Remember Micheal Jackson and the "Jesus Juice," the wine he was having kids drink to warm them up for being silly about wearing their underpants and sleeping with him - a grown man - a stranger - in his bed? My blood is boiling at the way this creep is going down in history as a great entertainer and humanitarian.
Just because this blog is NEVER MARRIED NO KIDS, just because I don't have kids and never wanted any doesn't mean that I hate kids. I think kids deserve a whole lot more than they are getting. And that includes protection from opportunistic parents who would actually allow their child to spend time with a rich never married singer-celebrity simply because he is a rich never married singer-celebrity. Irresponsibly allowing their children to be exposed to this - especially after the first trial and strong rumors of payoffs prior to that - just for the goodies, is greedy and sick.
One friend said "Well, he's meeting his maker now." I wish I could be so religious. I'm not. And I don't think the spectacle of eternal damnation excuses us as a society for putting the emphasis on popularity instead of values!
Sister
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