This tabloid gets most of its stories by shovelling cash at its sources until they break and tell it everything it wants to hear.
That said, the Fleet Street tabloids are often the first to stories the sycophantic American media can't or won't cover. Being on the other side of the Atlantic provides clearer perspective at times.
With all the various leeches, hangers-on, grifters, con artists, flim-flammers, scammers, yes men, pushers, quacks, hustlers, hucksters, thugs, thieves abd three-card monte dealers around him, once it clicked that he was worth more dead than alive, the line to kill him started at Neverland and ended somewhere in the Nevada desert.
Hey, at least she got that right.
Did she pose topless for the interview?
I would personally rather nail Michael’s first wife.
Jackson’s killer is with Nicole and Ron’s real killer, Elvis Presley (who never really died) and whole bunch of honest democrats. They all live in house made of peppermint sticks in the merry old land of Oz.
This is the same sister who said “yeah he touches kids” then said “my husband forced me to say that”.