The King of Pop Finally Cracks

I’ve found that Tusk is like a fine French Bordeaux. The first few years you experience it, it sucks, except for Sara and Tusk. Then, after 10 years, you like it a little bit - one or two songs: Sisters of the Moon and Think About Me. Then, after 20 years, you maybe like a couple more - Never Forget and maybe Over and Over. Then, 40-50 years later, when you are in your late 70’s and death and oblivion are near, and all you do is drink yourself to sleep each day, you start to like the entire thing. And as you raise your glass in a final toast to the departed souls of Stevie, Lindsey, Mick, John, and of course, Christine, then death comes for you, and you cease to exist. Forever.

Yup, just like a damn French Bordeaux.

That is one of the dumbest things I have EVER read.

Wait. Mr. Jackson, if you want to talk about the exploitation of muscians in the music industry, you could start with one of the worst offenders. Motown Records. I believe your familiar with them.

Is it just me who found the idea of an angry Michael Jackson threatening people incredibly funny?

I mean, just imagine those cold hard words… coming out in his soft Mickey Mouse voice…

[Mickey Mouse voice] Right, I’m getting really pissed off now. You people start promoting me better or I’ll start cracking some heads! [/Mickey Mouse voice]
:smiley:

That would have even Bruce Willis wetting his panties in fear!

Speaking of friends, let’s not forget that Jacko hangs around with Uri Geller and David Blaine. You don’t get much weirder than that.

Disneyland used to have a special theater where they showed a short 3-D movie called Captain Eo starring Michael Jackson and a bunch of horrible George Lucas puppets. Jackson hardly talked at all in it, and you found out why when he said something that was supposed to be tough and menacing.

Sony have responded with the outrageously improbable suggestion that the lack of sales are in some way related to Jackson’s refusal to tour the album in the USA. Those bastards.

Speaking of friends, let’s not forget that he hangs around with Uri Geller and David Blaine. You don’t get much weirder than that.

“You best straighten out, or I’ma gonna bust a cap in yo ass!”

:slight_smile:

It * is * a conspiracy. Tommy Mottola planned the entire 9/11 attack on NYC to take the attention away from his ex-wife’s first feature film, Glitter, which debut that weekend.

Well, I guess thats one way to get publicity for your album, have a public melt down.
“devilish”?
Did he explain what he means by that?
Does he think the red lipstick looks good???:wally

Some years ago, a friend and I visited the Museum of Television and Radio here in New York. You can sit at terminals and dial up one of the 600 or so TV shows they’ve got available at any given moment. So, being children of the 70s, we dialed up “Free to Be You and Me.”

With a young, handsome, normal-looking teenaged MJ. We sat there in shock.

What a terrible, terrible waste of a once-great talent.

I read an article online today stating that Sharpton disagrees with Wacko on the racist charges against Mottola. There was a quote at the end of the article that has shades of Elvis: “Nobody says no to Michael Jackson.”

“Another fried peanut butter and llama sandwich, Mr. Jackson?”

Shades of Elvis:

I saw an article today wherein Sharpton disagrees with Wacko about the racist charges against Mottola. The article ended with this quote:

“Nobody says no to Michael Jackson”
“Another fried peanut butter and llama sandwich, Mr. Jackson?”

:smack: How the hell did that happen?

Ummm . . . .

I reckon I’ll get my ass shot for this.
But I liked Captain EO.

And Invincible was spotty, but had its good moments.

I’ll just slink away now.

So, Michael Jackson is playing the race card in a desperate attempt for attention. How pathetic.

I would just love to know what goes on in that man’s head.

I liked it too, andros. Nice slither.

[Norm McDonald] Hey, yeah, well nobody bought the album there, Michael Jackson, 'cause* YOUR A HOMOSEXUAL PEDOPHILE!*[/Norm McDonald]

This guy’s not playing with a full deck, but unfortunatly the race card is still in it. Un-freakin’-believable!


Piss on it.

I think he’s a few fries short of a Happy Meal, but besides that . . .

If I were a black person – which I am not – I think I’d find this whole thing sardonically humorous. I mean, the guy’s done every thing he possibly can to erase his African-American heritage from his features. He hangs out with white folks, his style (back when he had an identifiable “style”) is not black (one glove? sequined socks?), and, most importantly, he has AFAIK done jack-shit for the black community. With all his money, he has not supported black causes, he has not attempted to publicize black problems, and he has not raised up other minority artists – all of which he undoubtedly could have done.

But now – now when money’s on the line – now he’s black.