Yeah, me pissed. Me really, really fucking pissed. I can put up with all the other “I’m a Star so I can do whatever I want” bizarro behavior, and I can even explain it to my kids, but this? This is proof that the man is quite definitely inhabiting some sort of fantasy MichaelJacksonLand[sup]R[/sup], where people named “Michael Jackson” are allowed to do whatever they want at all times, and I’m not gonna cut him any slack because he had a dysfunctional childhood, either. You don’t see Donny Osmond dangling any of his baby sons off hotel balconies. And he’s got five so far, so he’s two up on His Michael-Ness, nyah, plus we all know who their mother is, not that I think His Michael-Ness cares where he gets his babies from, probably from the Kamino clone factories for all I know.
You know, if the baby knew that Micheal Jackson was his father, he’d already have jumped of his own volition.
“Goo, goo, ga, ga, my daddy is WHO? I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to stick around with Captain Crazy Feet for a dad. Let’s try reincarnation again. Damn, if I had known this was the karma I was going to get in this life, I never would have written The Turner Diaries in the first place.”
okay, and now that I’m sitting here thinking about it, I’m realizing that it’s not just the “baby in danger” aspect, it’s also the sheer arrogance of it, because you know what he’s doing, don’t you? He acting out “the King showing off the New Prince to the adoring townspeople.”
Everybody’s going, “Why would he hang his baby out the balcony?” Well, that’s why he’s doing that. It’s called “delusions of grandeur”, with emphasis on the word “delusions”. I believe I’m safe in assuming that as he stood there dangling the baby with that big shiteating grin on his expensively made-over face, while his “Mufasa and Simba” mental movie played on, he heard applause from all the grateful Little People.
Put him one of those Ruritanian operetta uniforms, put the baby in one of those lace christening gowns, load up the street with a cast of extras, and there’s your scene.
Oh, DDG - I absolutely understand, and concur. I’d just seen the thread title and your name before I’d seen/heard the story. It’s not unexpected that some one would have a MJ rant. Nor that they’d use “fuck”. But seeing that it was you I knew that something momentous had occured.
(waiting for the few inevitable folks to chime in to say ‘how can you claim that’s sufficient cause for CPS, mind yer own bizness’ etc.)
Debbie Rowe is the mother of the other two, so she would be my guess. It’s logical–His Michael-Ness doesn’t make new friends easily :rolleyes: so I really can’t picture him attempting to recruit someone else to put up with his idiotic “I’m a Star” shenanigans. I mean, what’s he gonna do, put an ad in the paper?
“Surrogate Mom Wanted: Must be willing to travel, sign 100-page pre-nup and 200-page non-disclosure agreements. Must be willing to donate egg, carry baby to term, and hand it over to Scary Alien Loon of a father when born. Must be willing to accept possibility that child will be put in danger of its life from said Scary Alien Loon of a father, and must be willing to accept the fact that she will possibly never see child again…”
Ivylass: Back in the late 80s or thereabouts, there were a bunch of authorized and unauthorized biographies and autobiographies about various Jacksons, saying that their dad was abusive, or something like that, and everybody went, “Oh, so THAT explains it.”
You know, I have never “got” Michael Jackson at all. I’m not denying his talent, but most of it seemed to be used to glorify himself, whereas many other highly talented artists tend to emphasize their work and/or their ideas and not themselves. To me, it seemed that his performances were more masterbation than entertainment. (Of course, some folks enjoy watching a guy jerking off in public, I’m not one of them, however.)
While I pray that this gets the kids yanked out of his custody (even if this was a stunt with a doll, you can bet there’s enough weirdness going on at home to get the kids freed from Michael’s custody), I don’t hold out much hope of it happening. The LA District Attorney’s office doesn’t exactly have a stellar record (remember O.J.?).