The Other Devils

Here’s proof that certain people live in a fantasy world in which they are the tragic, persecuted hero (heroine? some combo thereof?):

[Michael Jackson] he said he believes he is just the latest of several ''black luminaries'' to be unjustly accused, citing former South African President Nelson Mandela and former heavyweight boxing champions Muhammad Ali and Jack Johnson as others.

''I just want to say to fans in every corner of the Earth, every nationality, every race, every language, I love you from the bottom of my heart,'' Jackson said toward the end of the hour-long interview [with Jesse Jackson].

The Pied Piper of “love.” Isn’t that what the problem is?

Behold a nose that has snorted too much indulgence. (See, of all people, Varifrank expound on this theme.)

For the last twenty-five years, Michael Jackson has been trying to run from everything considered black (even his finances)—including the image that used to stare back at him from his bathroom mirror. Like O.J. Simpson before him, should accused child-molester Jackson be called not guilty in this rather bizarre trial, you can be sure that he will try to revert to his people. (The identity of his people is anyone’s guess, however.)

I’ll bet that even Jesse Jackson looked nonplussed when MJ mentioned the names of Muhammad Ali and Nelson Mandela in the same breath as his own.

Anyway, the jury gets to hear about all of the alleged other victims, besides this year's accuser. (Take a look at the size of Jackson’s hands. They look like bloodless albino ham hocks.)

SANTA MARIA – In a major setback for Michael Jackson's defense, a judge ruled Monday that jurors can hear evidence about five past allegations that the singer molested or groomed children for molestation, including actor Macaulay Culkin.

Will they all lie? Surely, our ever-trustworthy court officials will be able to tell.

Why do I care? I care because, if all this stuff is true, M. Jackson needs to be imprisoned for a good long while; as is so for all of the poor, non-surgically-enhanced folks out there who rob children of their innocence and, often, their lives. Actually, now that I think about it, it may be a blessing that MJ is so well-known.

After all, were not MJ so rich and so famous, there might be a couple of dead children telling no tales. Just ask the Lundsford and Gage families.

Some kids are never found; like Jahi Turner. Remember him? Three years ago in San Diego, he disappeared right out from under his stepfather’s nose, while his mother—a US Navy sailor—was out to sea. He still hasn’t been found. He was two years old.

So, when we take a break from is snickering at the frail, simpering MJ who cries on cue and when we try to refrain from rolling our collective eyes at the media circus surrounding this latest clown, we should remember that there are kids involved here.

At least they're still breathing.