This will be the last post I'll ever make on this moron. It's full of anger and probably disturbing images and/or thoughts. If you're still angry and will be hurt by such things, please don't read the post.
Ah, Michael Jackson is not guilty. I wish I could say I was surprised by that. I'm not. Angry, violated, frustrated, yes. Surprised, no.
The victim is to be believed. He was done in, sadly, by his own grifter mother who threw enough "reasonable doubt" on his testimony to discount it. The only juror comment I found bothersome was the one who counted the "lies" in his statements. Well, of course he's going to be uncertain and yes, even untruthful about what happened. I sure as Hell was. I hid it even from myself!
The freakshow outside the courtroom should've surprised no one either. Actually, the only sign (except now the one comparing a deceitful rapist to men of peace) I was disturbed with was the one that said, "Michael: On behalf of mankind, we're sorry!" I'm preaching to the converted here, I doubt anyone in that frigging crowd will read anything at the site, but fuck you from me on behalf of humankind! How DARE you apologize on my behalf, and on the behalf of other victims who know better?!
And as for Michael being in frail health because of all this? Good. I'm fucking glad. Perhaps it'll speed his trip to the fucking Hell he deserves.
The last thing I'll ever say about you, Jackson. I appreciate your contributions to pop culture. Your crimes don't affect my enjoyment of your early works: The same with my view of OJ Simpson's athletic and film career, the same as my enjoyment of Roman Polanski films or Ginsburg poetry. But after the jurors actually served both the law (which I occasionally find reprehensible) and justice with their comments that, although there was "reasonable doubt" of this crime, they were certain he was a rapist, do you HONESTLY expect to get your fame back? Ask Simpson about that one.
You're ruined financially (I'll forgive you selling back the Beatles' catalog. I want them back from you, bitch!), your physical health is gone, and I hope your screwy mind is that much more gone. It ain't very Christian to say so, but I'm satisfied with that.
Now hurry up and die, you bastard!