Sad stuff.Good luck,
STRIKE ZONE

Its always a sad day when a Pedophile dies.

No great loss....sorry to say.

Weird. I was just down the hall in the secretary's office and heard it on the radio. Wondered if it was a broken heart since he became kind of a persona non grata in the US.

Suppose he was reading about David Carradine?

Some kids can now breath a little easier.

Gr8 talent, but totally fck'd up. No loss to me.

Sayonara

He died from food poisening, He ate a 6 year old weiner

It's better to burn out, than to make boys prey. yay.

What do Michael Jackson and caviar have in common?
They both come on little crackers.

Almost 6,000 people died yesterday in the U.S.
I'm sure there were a few heros that passed without fanfare.

Funny you should say that, Jerry. I was thinking this morning that it is too bad that Farrah's passing is diluted with Michael's.

little boys around the world rejoice!!!!!!!

will this be considered a blow to NAMBLA?

MJ went to a big sale at Walmart. Little boy pants.....half off.

I understand that since he was 92% plastic they are going to melt him down and make Legos. That way little boys can play with him.

Farrah was hot in her day and never hurt anyone, but it might be best that the press isn't all over her story. Spend a few minutes on Google and see what causes anal cancer.



What's the difference between Michael Jackson and a shopping bag?

One is made of white plastic and a danger to children.
The other is used to carry groceries.

I saw some WWII vets in yesterdays' obituary....

Relgated to the trash heap of modern news in favor of a suspected pedophile.

This about sums it up.


http://picturesforsadchildren.com/blog/famous.png

NAMBLA just planned an emergency meeting to name thier replacement for thier world ambassador....

What has 18 balls and 3 pubic hairs? A Michael jackson slumber party....

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/deepak-chopra/a-tribute-to-my-friend-mi_b_221268.html

DEEPAK CHOPRA is the author of Jesus: A Story of Enlightenment and more than fifty books translated into over thirty-five languages, including other numerous New York Times bestsellers in both the fiction and nonfiction categories.

Chopra's Wellness Radio airs weekly on Sirius/XM Stars, Channel 102 and 55, which focuses on the areas of success, love, sexuality and relationships, well-being, and spirituality. He is founder and president of the Alliance for a New Humanity.

Time magazine heralds Deepak Chopra as one of the top 100 heroes and icons of the century and credits him as "the poet-prophet of alternative medicine." www.deepakchopra.com
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Michael Jackson will be remembered, most likely, as a shattered icon, a pop genius who wound up a mutant of fame. That's not who I will remember, however. His mixture of mystery, isolation, indulgence, overwhelming global fame, and personal loneliness was intimately known to me. For twenty years I observed every aspect, and as easy as it was to love Michael -- and to want to protect him -- his sudden death yesterday seemed almost fated.

Two days previously he had called me in an upbeat, excited mood. The voice message said, "I've got some really good news to share with you." He was writing a song about the environment, and he wanted me to help informally with the lyrics, as we had done several times before. When I tried to return his call, however, the number was disconnected. (Terminally spooked by his treatment in the press, he changed his phone number often.) So I never got to talk to him, and the music demo he sent me lies on my bedside table as a poignant symbol of an unfinished life.

When we first met, around 1988, I was struck by the combination of charisma and woundedness that surrounded Michael. He would be swarmed by crowds at an airport, perform an exhausting show for three hours, and then sit backstage afterward, as we did one night in Bucharest, drinking bottled water, glancing over some Sufi poetry as I walked into the room, and wanting to meditate.

That person, whom I considered (at the risk of ridicule) very pure, still survived -- he was reading the poems of Rabindranath Tagore when we talked the last time, two weeks ago. Michael exemplified the paradox of many famous performers, being essentially shy, an introvert who would come to my house and spend most of the evening sitting by himself in a corner with his small children. I never saw less than a loving father when they were together (and wonder now, as anyone close to him would, what will happen to them in the aftermath).

Michael's reluctance to grow up was another part of the paradox. My children adored him, and in return he responded in a childlike way. He declared often, as former child stars do, that he was robbed of his childhood. Considering the monstrously exaggerated value our society places on celebrity, which was showered on Michael without stint, the public was callous to his very real personal pain. It became another tawdry piece of the tabloid Jacko, pictured as a weird changeling and as something far more sinister.

It's not my place to comment on the troubles Michael fell heir to from the past and then amplified by his misguided choices in life. He was surrounded by enablers, including a shameful plethora of M.D.s in Los Angeles and elsewhere who supplied him with prescription drugs. As many times as he would candidly confess that he had a problem, the conversation always ended with a deflection and denial. As I write this paragraph, the reports of drug abuse are spreading across the cable news channels. The instant I heard of his death this afternoon, I had a sinking feeling that prescription drugs would play a key part.

The closest we ever became, perhaps, was when Michael needed a book to sell primarily as a concert souvenir. It would contain pictures for his fans but there would also be a text consisting of short fables. I sat with him for hours while he dreamily wove Aesop-like tales about animals, mixed with words about music and his love of all things musical. This project became Dancing the Dream after I pulled the text together for him, acting strictly as a friend. It was this time together that convinced me of the modus vivendi Michael had devised for himself: to counter the tidal wave of stress that accompanies mega-stardom, he built a private retreat in a fantasy world where pink clouds veiled inner anguish and Peter Pan was a hero, not a pathology.

This compromise with reality gradually became unsustainable. He went to strange lengths to preserve it. Unbounded privilege became another toxic force in his undoing. What began as idiosyncrasy, shyness, and vulnerability was ravaged by obsessions over health, paranoia over security, and an isolation that grew more and more unhealthy. When Michael passed me the music for that last song, the one sitting by my bedside waiting for the right words, the procedure for getting the CD to me rivaled a CIA covert operation in its secrecy.

My memory of Michael Jackson will be as complex and confused as anyone's. His closest friends will close ranks and try to do everything in their power to insure that the good lives after him. Will we be successful in rescuing him after so many years of media distortion? No one can say. I only wanted to put some details on the record in his behalf. My son Gotham traveled with Michael as a roadie on his "Dangerous" tour when he was seventeen. Will it matter that Michael behaved with discipline and impeccable manners around my son? (It sends a shiver to recall something he told Gotham: "I don't want to go out like Marlon Brando. I want to go out like Elvis." Both icons were obsessions of this icon.)

His children's nanny and surrogate mother, Grace Rwaramba , is like another daughter to me. I introduced her to Michael when she was eighteen, a beautiful, heartwarming girl from Rwanda who is now grown up. She kept an eye on him for me and would call me whenever he was down or running too close to the edge. How heartbreaking for Grace that no one's protective instincts and genuine love could avert this tragic day. An hour ago she was sobbing on the telephone from London. As a result, I couldn't help but write this brief remembrance in sadness. But when the shock subsides and a thousand public voices recount Michael's brilliant, joyous, embattled, enigmatic, bizarre trajectory, I hope the word "joyous" is the one that will rise from the ashes and shine as he once did.

Farra Fawcett appears at the gates of heaven. After she is admited, God tells Farra she has lived a good life and is sorry to have to cut it short. God then asks Farra if there is anything he could do for her to make up for her early demise. Farra tells God " Please make all the little children safe God. God say it shall be done. Michael Jackson shows up at the gates of Hell..............

Yup, He played the skin flute, the little organ and the sacks like no other.

And now Billy Mays is dead too.
http://www.latimes.com/news/obituaries/la-me-billy-mays29-2009jun29,0,6116879.story

Another media circus. All the same crap we've heard for years. He grew up poor...his dad hit him...he used to be black. Who cares? The dude was a wackjob. Peter-F'n Pan.

Sol-

you are back in perfect form I missed your "tell it like it is" posts.

The only thing I don't dig, is hearing about 50 year old dudes dropping dead.



THAT SUCKS.
(Like 1 1/2 years & I'm out?.... [censored] THAT!)

What did the woman laying on the towel say to Michael Jackson at the beach?

"Excuse me sir, you're in my Son"

Well, the authorities are investigating the fact that Michael had Dipravan in his home. The only reason to have a drug like that is to sedate someone to the point of unconsiousness. There is now speculation that Michael drugged his child victims prior to sleeping with and molesting them. What a creepy little bastage. More of a monster than his Daddy ever was.

Good read.

http://www.alternet.org/media/141095/will_the_tragedy_of_michael_jackson%27s_life_be_inherited_by_his_kids/

I'm with hank on this one.

Mf

I totally agree.

I'm sick of the MJ media coverage. I was a fan for a brief period. Randomly his songs when heard EVERY-once in awhile, at a party or something, well they bring back a bit of memory and get the moves a going, but geez, I'm sick of this coverage. He's just a freak who once had some sweet dance moves nobody had seen before. Ya gotta be a freak yourself if your into all this MJ coverage and a super freak if ya actually want to go the funeral. Which means this is a world full of frickin' freaks, and it's perfect the funeral is in the land of freaks...LA.

jacko in the box?

That pretty much summarizes it in a nut shell... One rich Peter-F'n Pan...............

Keith

He made music that touched many peoples lives.

He had personal issues that we may never know extent of.

He is now dead.

Because he was more of a weirdo than an artist in his later years, doesnt change that many enjoyed his music for many years.

Phil Spector was a freak as well but I still dig the Ronettes.

Put him in the frikin ground already!!! When was the last time the world cried this much over the death of a whack job pedophile?

I don't care how many albums he sold, how good he danced (if shrieking and grabbing your crotch is dancing), or any of that other 'world changing' garbage everyone is claiming. The dude said he said it was perfectly fine to sleep naked with little boys. Good riddance.

-Done

Do a search of the interviews he did post-civil suit settlement (of 18mil), sorry, I guess I should clarify, he didn't speak of himself being naked, but that it was "acceptable" to sleep with children, that children sleep naked because they are pure and innocent, and that he would "slit his wrists before hurting a child"...

Q: Did you hear about Michael Jackson's latest song?
A: "Don't let your son go down on me."

Rumor has it that Michael Jackson is in Switzerland undergoing cosmetic surgery on his pecker.
Then the description the California Justice Dept got from the little boy won't fit anymore.
Another rumor has it that he's finally going all the way and changing gender entirely.

Michael Jackson first wanted to look like Diana Ross, then a white person, now he wants to be A ROMAN CATHOLIC PRIEST.

Q: What's Michael Jackson's favorite nursery rhyme?
A: Little Boy Blew.

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Little Boy Blue.
Little Boy Blue who?
Michael Jackson.

Q: What did Michael Jackson tell the little boy?
A: "The way you make me feel, it really turns me on!"

Q: What did Michael Jackson say when a boy in a car mooned him going down the road?
A: "I'll be there!"

If you play thriller backwards, you can hear Michael confessing all the names of the boys he touched. That's why it is 14 minutes long.

Q: What is Michael Jackson's favorite gospel song?
A: "And then he touched me"

I just bought a new car stereo... When you shout out "Soul", it plays soul music. When you shout out "Rock", it plays rock music. Some kids ran in front of my car, and I shouted "@#$% kids!", and it played Michael Jackson.

Michael Jackson's found a way to stymie that L.A. search warrant:
He's invited Lorena Bobbitt over.


Q: How do we know Michael is guilty?
A: Several children have fingered him.

Q: How will MJ pay off his old boyfriends?
A: Liquefy some assets.

Q: Why doesn't Micheal have orgasms?
A: The big payoff comes a couple of months later.

Q: Why does Michael like children so much?
A: He knows how they feel.

Q: How did Michael get in trouble?
A: He was feeling a little Randy.

Q: How is Michael dealing with his problems?
A: He's holding his own.

Q: How are Michael's friends dealing with the problem?
A: They're all standing behind him.

Q: What psychological problem does Michael still suffer from?
A: Anal retention.

Q: How is Michael now?
A: Feeling a little crotchety.

Q: Why does Micheal Jackson like to lose foot races to little boys?
A: He likes to come in a little behind.

Q: What was the big break in the Micheal Jackson molestation case?
A: A doctor did a rectal exam of one of the boys bringing charges and found
... a white glove.

Q: What is the most difficult thing to get out of little boys underwear?
A: Michael Jackson's makeup!

Q: Why is Michael Jackson addicted to pain killers?
A: To stop him from going OW! OW! OW!

Q: How does Michael Jackson keep his youth?
A: Pizza and Nintendo.

Q: Why did Michael Jackson place a phone call to Boyz-2-Men??
A: He thought it was a delivery service. Rating :



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Has anyone heard the latest?.......

Mf

Is he still dead ?

MJ is dead? That'd be big news if that were true.

for decades to come his death will be sorted out a picked apart.... it was a mophia hit. a disgruntled 7yr old did him in. there was a second 7yr old behind the grassy knoll.....

i heard on the radio that his personal physician injected him with some kind of narcotic drug that killed him.

the humor is not lost on me that Michael Jackson was killed by a little prick Even if it is not true, i am quite pleased with that one.

thought this thread was dead, but here's bwp,spreading his love again.......all over his keyboard, screen, and maybe even his mj cd's

If you don't feed the Troll, he will crawl back under his bridge.

OK! S T F U!!!!!!!!! Nobody wants to hear you singing "Rockin Robbin"
while you pull on your pud anyways.

JHL -which one of us is the troll? Surely you don't mean me.

BWP, you're cool with me man. We've debated and discuss issues in the past and I find more similarities than differences.