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Why does everything have to be me about ” Mr Michael Stupid Jackson ” Why does people like him so much.. I think for yah Elvis Presley is better even though he killed himself by taking drugs, but who cares? Elvis Presley will always to me be better than Michael Jackson.. HAH hate michael jacksonnn
you wish you were as cool as michael was
your all a bunch of motherXXXXXXX and i will do my best to have this suckish website shut down =]
so enjoy the time you have left
and let mj rest in peace <33
Alpo -
Yeah, I bought his albums and danced to his music as a little girl. But after all the molestation “accusations” I decided that I no longer care for the man.
What’s so hypocritical about that?
The real hypocrites are his cuckoo fans who swear up and down that M.J. would never hurt a fly (like they personally know him??), yet still admit that they wouldn’t let their children sleep in a bed with him.
he is awesome he is the king of pop
his is michael jackson
TO YOU ALL SUCK
iM TOTALLY WITH YOU ALL THE WAY although i probally cant shut this website down because of my age.;( But luv the name anyway I just had 2 say that
I LUV YOU MICHAEL ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL REST IN PEACE
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
PLEASE SEE THESE LINKS IT WILL HELP U UNDERSTAND HIM!!!
MJ’s secret diary its a must read here the link pass this on many
questions will be answered including the baby daggling and people
sleeping in MJ’s bed
http://michaeljackson.blogspot.com/
PLEASE SEE THESE LINK IT WILL HELP U TO UNDERSTAND
innocent want proof heres your proof
THERES A WOMEN THAT STAYED THE NIGHT AT NEVERLAND SHE SAID THE
BOYS BEGGED TO SLEEP IN THE ROOM WITH HIM AFTER MAKING FALSE
CLAIMS AGAINST MICHAEL THE SAME BOYS BEGGED AND PLEADED TO SLEEP
IN MICHAEL’S ROOM WHEN HE WAS NOT THERE RIGHT AFTER SAYING THAT
HE MOLESTED THEM I DONT KNOW ABOUT YALL BUT THAT DOESN’T SOUND
RIGHT TO ME SHE EVEN WROTE THEM A LETTER SAYING THAT AFTER
MICHAEL HELPED THEM AND BECAME FRIENDS THEY TURN RIGHT AROUND AND
STABBED HIM IN THE BACK WITH LIES FOR MONEY AND I FOR ONE KNOW
THAT ITS NOT MICHAEL’S FOUGHT IF THEY HAD BEEN POOR HE IS
GENEROUS HE WOULD HAVE GAVE THEM MONEY BUT THE WAY THEY WENT TO
GET GET IT WAS WRONG I WOULD NEVER TREAT A FRIEND LIKE THAT THOSE
LIER’S Discuss Me
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcXi3HHTIOY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcXi3HHTIOY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lVUvOLdg50&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlaVZw5h6YE&feature=related
http://mjjdreamworld.yuku.com/topic/629?page=2
http://mjjdreamworld.yuku.com/topic/629?page=3
listen to MJ he clearly says that he let them have the bed and
slept on the floor and theres nothing wrong with that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wQwY4ll1Kfc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpA0r0Lz2zc&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlaVZw5h6YE&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpQo4yWdaso&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=084VrfNpZJU&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_0zxCCGQ6Y
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mX0ItcAIeIY&feature=related
A LETTER FROM MIKE TO HATERS PLEASE READ IF YOU
HAVE A HEART U WILL UNDERSTAND Dear people, I
would like to ask you a question – the question
WHY. Why is there so much poverty in the world?
Why so many wars? Why so much torture and
agony? And why must children die and innocent
suffer? I don’t understand it. Do you
understand it?
I want to help. I want to make people happy,
and may it be just for a moment. That is what
gives my life a sense. Don’t you understand me?
What did I do that you judge me? Are you really
envious of me? You don’t have to. I wouldn’t
wish you to be me…
Maybe you just want me to confess my ‘guilt’:
Yes, it is true, I do love children! But not
the way you want it to be. I love them from the
bottom of my heart. Because children don’t make
wars. Children have never hurt me. It makes me
happy to look in their shining eyes. Is it a
crime wanting to be happy and want to make
others happy? Many of them who visit me are
going to die soon, of cancer or other terrible
diseases. I won’t let you forbid me through
your arrogance to give them just one happy day!
Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries!
Do you know what it feels like?! How often did
I have to wake up in pain! How often I didn’t
know what would expect me when I look into the
mirror! How often did I cry when I did it!
Don’t you see that I’m punishing myself for
that I cannot cope with my face – and with
myself! Why do you also punish me for it?
Yes, it is true, once I was black! You get
darker in the sun and get admired for that. But
I am sick and you hit me for it. The sun you
love so much can kill me. In former times I
loved to be outside in the light, too, now I
can nearly only go out at night. And you make
your fun out of it. If I hadn’t become the
Michael Jackson you know today, then I would
also be like that: I would be a white black
with curls and a thick niggernose for which
everybody would tease me. Well, now you tease
me because of my little nose. Maybe I would
already be dead because I couldn’t protect
myself so good as I can today. Would you prefer
it when I was dead? Or when I had never
existed? But then you wouldn’t have my music!
Would you like to do without ‘Billie Jean’?! My
music you love though, don’t you? Just not me.
But I create the music to make you happy.
You torture me with your disgraceful words.
Words can sometimes hurt so much more than
punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask
God for what I have to suffer, what a reason
I’ve given you. Cause I never did harm to
anyone. I am afraid of you ’cause you’ve hurt
me so badly. And I don’t even defend myself. I
simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate
these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe.
But I have no choice, it’s the only way to
protect myself. But you don’t like it when I
protect myself. You’d prefer to kick a
defenceless man in his face. but this favour I
won’t do you. I don’t need to be ashamed for
anything I’ve done. And as I can see at you,
dear Unknown there are people who understand my
message.
My friends and me, we don’t go into the war
with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of
you even though you laugh at us and snap our
flowers off. Maybe you will understand not
before not only the flowers but the whole sun
goes out. With my music, with what I do I would
like to bring a light into the world. But is it
necessary that I kill myself until someone
believes me? And until someone believes me that
I just want to do good things and that I suffer
from your hate? But then you would be outraged:
“And the children?!” Particularly you would say
that, you who would love the most to take my
children away from me. You say they aren’t my
children. You say I couldn’t educate them. How
do you want to know this?! And is it important
then what blood is flowing through their veins
when I would die for them? Your jealousy and
your hate make you blind for what love means.
You don’t know me, nevertheless you have
already judged me! You, those reporters who
hammer me at the cross in the morning, you
listen to my music in the evening! That is not
fair! You are not interested in what you write
if it just attracts readers and causes
headlines. But my name is enough to attract the
people. Why is it always necessary to denounce
me? Why don’t you write something positive,
there you wouldn’t have to search so long! Why
do I have to be ‘Wacko Jacko’? Can’t you see
that the only one I’m hurting is myself?! You
hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn’t
there anybody who sees that I’m also a human
being?! Where do you have your heart? Where do
you have your mercy? Where do you have your
love?
If just one out of ten people who get this
letter tries to understand me, already then my
life is it worth being lived.