Let me tell you about my father.
My father still loves me unconditionally and perhaps Michael Jackson did love those children just the same.
But here is where they differ.
My father never spent a day in a courtroom.
My dad never had to hire or fire an attorney.
My dad never paid a family $20 Million to remain silent about molesting their child.
My father has to be pushed to swallow an aspirin. My dad was not narcotic abuser.
His veins are clean from needle marks.
He never required a doctor to live in his house to illegally administer drugs and supervise him to see that he keeps breathing.
My did have an unusual skin color from working construction and the driving a cab with his left arm out the window.
He took me to museums, sporting events, auto shows, taught me right from wrong… and so much more.
So read MJ’s autopsy and tell me how was he was being a wonderful father.
The skeleton of a man was in a fucking drug induced coma. Drugs to go up and drugs to come down.
So I dare anyone to challenge me on this one.
How can I speak of a dead pop star so poorly. I guess if you came home to find your child in the bedroom of a forty year old man
who had cameras and alarms outside his bedroom. Don’t say to me “I’m Childlike” and “It’s innocent”.
You died a fifty year old demented creep. Who was once a talented entertainer.
You became an sick child abuser just like your father, Michael. Your kids sadly express love to a man who at best was ‘altered’
in so many ways. I love my dad.
July 9, 2009
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