Friday, July 10th, 2009
it seems quite obvious that the jackson family and the promoter of the michael jackson memorial had final approval on which photos made their way out of the staples center event. because that’s the way things work in the entertainment industry. control access.
that the family tossed paris michael jackson –or whatever her name is, to tear up at the end of the service not only broke some people’s hearts, but confirmed that the jackson clans are masters of media manipulation. that image was sent around the globe and made the cover of 99% of most major (and minor) newspapers. to veil the kids for the first few years and then push them out on the world stage. but also (temporarily) squashed the, what nancy pelosi might call, ‘the contrary views’ of michael jackson.
but the jackson family must’ve set the kids out by the pool for a bit or used lindsey lohan’s spray tan prior to the event. cuz the kids on stage didn’t really resemble these kids.
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
i was born the son of a black man (well, sort of) and a donor egg. i grew up in the lap of luxury. my father unveiled me to the world with a blanket about my head. it’s okay that he nearly dropped me from the balcony, because at least we were holed up in a 5 star hotel in the ‘bestest’ city in europe. he was the best father a kid could’ve ever had.
when he spoke to me –which was only after having watched loads of hours of disney movies on our monstrous flatscreen TV in his bedroom (and just prior to his loading up on jesus juice), he never ever talked down to me. he wasn’t like those dads on TV. no. you see, he was just like me.
*this post is copyright ‘a blog about whatever’ 2009.* but plz by all means, send it around.