I had this dream last night.
MIchael Jackson was not dead. He had been abducted by the Aliens who Conduct Painful Anal Probes.
Like Elvis.
Best,
Chris
Well this leads me into another spiel and here granddaughter is watching Spongebob Squarepants....
I watch Matt Lauer interview Jermaine Jackson. I paraphrase.
M-”What is your brother’s legacy to the world”?
J-”Love. My brother brought love to the world with his charitable contributions, his beautiful music. The world is better because of my brother.”
I’ve never watched any suckup fest like this. You watch. That Jackson family, never famous for their class and taste, are going to make this funeral into a great big circus.
For the monies that will roll in after this pervert’s death (did y’all know this King of Rock had a “secret room” where he took these boys to molest them?) are dependent upon changing the public perception of him as a pervert and a misfit.
We begun this saga by creating a grand funeral saved only for those most holy and revered.
A Princess Di kind of thing.
Heh.
“I had this dream last night.
MIchael Jackson was not dead. He had been abducted by the Aliens who Conduct Painful Anal Probes.
Like Elvis.”
Darn it! I should have CAUGHT that!