58 thoughts on “People who hate Michael Jackson”

  1. 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

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  2. 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

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  3. 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.

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  4. 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

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  5. 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

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  6. 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.

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