Channel surfing today I heard Jackson’s interestingly maned defense attorney Thomas Mesereau recount for the 843rd time that the singer “was deprived of a normal childhood” due to an abusive father and being on-stage from just after conception, etc… This wouldn’t irk me so except that it’s the official 150,000th time I’ve heard the “he plays with monkeys and lives in Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and has boys sleep in his bed because he never had a childhood of his own” excuse.
I don’t know if Jackson’s a child molestor (I certainly couldn’t have voted to convict him beyond a reasonable doubt after most-recent-kid’s mom was given a seemingly-earned colostomy by the defense team) but get the fuck over it already. Some of my favorite people on Earth had childhoods that would make Jackson’s look like a lavish park side 3 BR brownstone on Sesame Street by comparison (abuse, neglect, incest, you name it) and they moved on with their lives. Hell, Janet is younger than Michael and seems to be doing okay (other than than the “Womp! Here’s my boob!” moment). Patty Duke was pretty much given away by her mother to abusive molesting control freak managers and is bipolar on-top-of-that and she’s doing alright (as long as she stays medicated). Gary Coleman and Todd Bridges are sort of pathetic but at least they don’t have NAMBLA potlucks in their home, and Shirley Temple, Jodie Foster, Sammy Davis Jr., Mickey Rooney and others were all acting before they could form permanent memories and while they may have had some issues down the line they didn’t get trapped in a Neverland. (Even Robert Blake, who was horribly abused by his parents and was acting from the time he could crawl, was almost 70 before he killed his wife [who sorta needed killin’ anyway].)
Do his keepers honestly think that this is the reason Jackson acts this way and that “well, he had an unhappy childhood, it’s only natural he should want to have sleepovers with adolescents” makes some sort of sense? The man is just simply barking mad, a narcissist and a pathological liar and in serious need of some high voltage to the temples in the hope of making his psychoses recede or his testicles descend or something that would make him grow the fuck up. But for God’s sake stop insulting my intelligence and that of other news watchers by offering this same old lamer-than-Tiny-Tim-after-a-run-in-with-a-Peterbilt excuse.