The man in the mirror

If you're a zillionaire, I guess you can go to court in your pajamas. You can be late even though the judge said if you were late one more time you'd be arrested. If you're that rich, you can pay someone to alter your face to look like A) a chimp B) a pimp or C) a wimp, depending upon what year it is.

You can have your nose whittled down to a nubbin the size of a newborn's navel and have your chin implanted then removed then dimpled then undimpled -- again and again, depending upon the year and the mood of this very, very rich, sick person. (The plastic surgeons doing this work are also rich and sick and evil.)

You can buy three babies then swath their little faces in fabric or cover them up with masks. You can take a baby and dangle him over a balcony and that's perfectly fine with the world.

You can befriend little boys and sleep with them in your bed. You can look and act as strange as any pederast, psycho killer or seriously demented person -- but because you're so rich people act like it’s okay.

You can walk around carrying a 13 year old dwarf on your hip as the recent pictures of you depict. You and “Webster” can drink some clear fluid out of baby bottles together and snuggle up in a bed together, document it on film --still that’s fine.

I guess Michael you could molest a child at a Super Bowl half-time and it would get less press than your sister’s middle aged boob did.

Would people still say: well that’s Michael. He’s different. He never had a real childhood. Michael is still a child. Michael’s Peter Pan. Michael loves children.

Every single pedophile known to mankind loves children, Michael.

Isn’t there a single person you know who has the nerve to tell you the truth? You, Michael Jackson, are a very weird, very spoiled, very sick individual and no children should ever be around you without armed guards at their side.

You look like a freak who’s been in a most serious accident and found the worst plastic surgeon in the world to put your face back together. You act like someone who needs to be restrained to keep from hurting himself and others. You’re a peculiar, pissant punk. You repulse and disgust me like no other living being.

But, you are so damned rich; most likely you will get off, yet again, on both the charges and some other little boy who you can manipulate physically and emotionally.

Your wealth might put you above the law but somewhere deep inside of yourself, you must know how despicable you truly are. Yes, my guess is you do know how despicable you are and that's why you can't stand to look in the mirror and no amount of surgery will change the reflection you see: pasty-faced, perverted pedophile. That's you Michael.