The gullible public, this time in England, is giving Michael Jackson its hard earned money once again; so he can spend it on important things like nose jobs, skin bleaching, and building a boy-luring water park outside of his mansion.
I've wasted enough time ranting about how this freak should be in prison, but can we at least stop making him rich?!? Look at him. He looks like Mrs. Berman, my fourth grade teacher. The guy who made Off the Wall and Thriller is long gone, folks. He's been replaced by the pointy-nosed ghoul pictured here.
This summer, instead of begging for change in front of a plasma center, which would happen if God still cared about justice, Michael Jackson will be playing FIFTY arena shows in London. Yes, fifty shows of the same tired dance moves he's been doing since the late seventies. While non-child-fucking citizens all across the world struggle to pay their bills, Michael Jackson will be paying tens of thousands of dollars so surgeons can make him look even less human; and if the fossilized skull of JoJo the Dog-Faced Boy becomes available, look for him to get out the ol' checkbook.
That's right, when you're deciding if you can afford to take the family on a weekend vacation to a miniature golf and outlet shopping tourist trap, Michael Jackson will be lounging at a five star hotel in London, wearing a robe made of living ten-year-old boys. Yeah, that's fair.