Ramblings of a Desiccated Mind

Goddamnit, I knew it! Some blurb recently mentioned that the kid making the allegations was a cancer victim, and I thought to myself, "I wonder if it's Cancer Boy from that special he did on ABC?" AND IT IS! So, I guess the most loving thing you can do with a friend is to hold your host's pee-pee while having an innocent sleep over.

Michael, you better get your goddamn checkbook out, because if this one goes to court you are capital Fucked.

Of course, M.J. says: http://www.MJnews.us

This is going to be great.

I hope he gets beat to death like Dahmer did.

Yeah, that ain't right, is it?

But he's got to be made culpable.

I'll never forget watching that kid writhe, and thinking how uncomfortable he looked, and, also, how strangely intimate they seemed for just being friends.

And I backed off that whole interview upon seeing the "unedited footage" because I thought that Bashir did really shoot Mike way too close and seeing that fucked up face in a tight shot is just disturbing, and he looked uncomfortable.

But the thing about growing up in Neverland is that you never grow up, and if you never grow up you never have to be responsible.

Be a man, motherfucker, and stop sacrificing children to save your horrifying face.

It's out . . . what the cops were looking for in Neverland, and it wasn't Tinkerbelle's wand.

And they found it.

Letters to Gavin, Cancer Boy, from his Rubba Rubba Friend.

"Rubba Rubba" is the game they allegedly played together.

Don't think about what the rules for that one are, it can only chill your bones.

To defend this, they're going after Cancer Boy's family.

Crackheads or not, this is really lame.

Can't you see it swelling? And I don't mean Mike's pants when he's lurking behind the playground. I mean . . . you think these letters were planted, like O.J.'s glove, and that some sadistic fuck wrote these letters to a 12 year old boy in M.J.'s scrawl?

God, I cannot wait until the facts come out.

This is my favorite thing, I swear.

Does it make me sick, this fascination of mine? Yeah, in a way, but I want to see him burn. I want to see him die, both publically and in real life.

I've had many of my icons either turn on their truths or blow their fucking brains out, but these were people once worth respecting, not some abused child-star who went on to become so rich that he decided that he could get away with anything.

If this is all true (and I find myself praying to God to prove it), then I hope they throw the goddamn book at him.

And a note to the lawyer who bears the odious burden of trying to defend M.J. . . . you can go fuck yourself right in the ass.

BURN IN HELL, MICHAEL! BURN IN GODDAMN HELL!

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is that M.J.'s mug shot looks like the processing of a transvestite hooker.

I'm so fucking glad he thought to put on his lipstick before surrendering to the police.

What a moo-roon, what a nin-cow-poop.

Hope that lipstick is on nice and thick so not all of it wipes off on Butch's cock when he's force-feeding it to M.J. during lights-out.