As the world collapses into financial ruin and fathers are crying on the street corners for work after standing unsuccessfully in a bread line, the tap, beat, and shrill voice of Michael Jackson still wafts over his millions of drugged and confused fans. The remembrance of Jackson has become a ghoulish fascination of one of the most deranged and sick human beings that ever walked, or moon-walked, the face of the earth.
Let us ask the first question, one that most of you have forgotten while you caress your Thriller album: Why would a man, if you can call him that, sleep in the same bed with a child who was not his own? Discuss.
Our take is that Michael Jackson was no ordinary child molester, he was one up on your average pervert of modest means—Jacko had millions of dollars at his disposal to pay off and legally challenge the ignorant fans who would unquestioningly dump their child off with an oddity who spoke in soprano and surgerized off his entire face.
Pray tell, what happened to Jackson’s face? He looked like a fine young black man in his youth. Whether he had a skin disorder or dumped his head in a gallon of bleach matters not, it became part of his effort to remold himself away from the fright of being black and guilty. With his endless facial surgeries, Wacko Jacko successfully applied his bizarre whims to becoming more boyish but more girlish, more whitish but more ghoulish.
As a black person who did everything he could to eradicate his black appearance, Jacko was one of the greatest disgraces to black people since Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson came on the victimization scene.
In the beginning where his slide into fan inspired hell began, should it be of any interest to you, Jacko wrongly identified with his mother instead of becoming a man. Thus the high pitched voice, the frail appearance, his oversensitivity, and general feminizing of himself. And his fans rushed to his support, but it was the wrong kind of help. He became a grotesque sissy that morphed towards children in an attempt to regain his "innocence".
Bingo! There’s your child molester! Whenever a person has an overwhelming female presence or weak father in their family they are headed for social and sexual disaster unless redirected by the forces of good. Sadly, and tearfully for some, when it all became too much for Jacko, his regular ingestion of powerful drugs took their final toll.
Now truly, a child molester who committed suicide should be dumped in an unmarked pauper’s grave and only remembered by the neighborhood priest. Is this not so?
Yet some of you are saying, "But the imbeciles in the street are idol worshiping him and playing the beat-boxes and doing the moon-walk in his honor," and on and on, ad nauseam. Yes, it is quite sickening how the dazed and weird flock to one worse than themselves.
And that is what this is all about: By propping up those worse than yourselves, your own faults are forgiven and seemingly evaporated.
No, you are as sick as you were before and getting worse. You need help, you need prayer.
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