1. Wednesday, November 19, 2003

    dear michael jackson, 

    i hate to say it, but i think youre fucked.

    i saw the press conference today of the santa barbara sheriffs, and the 60 deputies that they sent to your home in riot gear to storm your gates. i saw their smiles as they explained how the law has changed since 10 years ago, the last time you were accused of abusing a kid.

    i made a note when they explained why they didnt come after you on halloween instead of when they did, yesterday, the day your latest greatest hits cd came out. they said they were busy ruining the halloweens of “50,000” partiers in Isla Vista.

    apparently drunkards from uc san diego are more dangerous to santa barbara county than a reclusive alleged child molester if you read between the lines of the sb sheriff.

    this accusation, soon-to-be arrest, and hoo-ha has gotten everyone who i work with to instantly deem you guilty.

    just cuz youre freaky lookin

    just cuz you were accused before

    and just cuz you live a somewhat bizzare life.

    obviously you have issues. but we all do. i blog like an addict. im obsessed with the fine music of rock group tsar. i ride a bus. but that doesnt mean that im a smooth criminal, no matter how many times i might be accused in the future.

    just cuz youre a nut, doesnt make you a sicko, jacko.

    so i will reserve judgement until the trial is completed.

    and i will shake my head at officers of the law who smile over and over during press conferences about alleged child molestation.

    call me crazy, but i think it is still entirely possible that multi-millionaires could be targets to fraudulent claims, and if i was a bad guy, and i wanted to ruin you and/or get money from you, the easiest way i could imagine is to bring up the kid stuff.

    it does suck that you built this ranch that kids of all ages would love to visit. and it totally sucks that you love kids and everyone freaks out when youre near them. and it super totally sucks that any time theres a young boy near you everyone starts whispering.

    and as a free man, innocent of any charges, you should be allowed to hang out with whoever you want to, especially if their parents said it was cool.

    but as we say over and over on the busblog, life isnt fair. its not fair that you dance so good, or sing so well. its not fair that you sold all those gazillions of records. its not fair that you were thrust into the public eye at such a young age and it wrecked your childhood. it isnt fair that your dad whipped you and did who knows what to you.

    its not fair that you got to date brooke shields and tatum o’neal and lisa marie presley.

    its not fair that you should probably ixnay on having the kids overay, mj.

    but it is probably a good idea.

    for some people handling success is harder than getting it. for some people handling their private lives is tougher than handling their public one.

    i wish you had been given better advice in relation to who your houseguests were.

    and i really hope that what those smiling cops are saying isnt true.

    cuz i think you rule.

    love,

    tony

    michael jackson number ones + madpony + betsy