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Title: Michael Jackson Betting Pool
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URL Source: http://mikey'slittlemonkey.org
Published: Jun 13, 2005
Author: Cappy
Post Date: 2005-06-13 15:54:25 by CAPPSMADNESS
Keywords: Michael, Jackson, Betting
Views: 525
Comments: 43
Okay - the jury is back - anyone wanna wager what the verdice will be?? yes - I know this looks like a Tardshow post, but I can't help myself sometimes!
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#1. To: All, *Thread Pirates* (#0)
I bet he is free to drink Jesus Juice the rest of his life. Starting bid = fiddy cents
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
The jury is back? Can I say what I hope rather than what I think will be the verdict?
He'll walk. Celebs don't do time. After all, we have the best justice system money can buy...
#2. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#0)
#3. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#0)
 | Gold and silver are real money, paper is but a promise. |
#4. To: Zipporah (#2)
why sure you can! I hope he gets a better plastic surgeon and castrated.... but I know that hope is a fleeting thing.
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#5. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#4)
LOL! Hmm I think it would serve justice much better if he went to prison and shared a cell with Big Bubba..
#6. To: Elliott Jackalope (#3)
agreed.... but the idiot needs to be made to stay away from kids.
He'll walk. Celebs don't do time. After all, we have the best justice system money can buy...
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#7. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#0)
HE WALKS. CELEBRITIES SEEM TO.
If a good, honest person feels having all these Humvees driving on the road, having us moving people out of the way, having us patrol the streets, having car bombs going off, you can understand how they could [want to fight us]. - General Joseph Taluto General Taluto, 42nd Infantry Division US Army
#8. To: Zipporah (#5)
Wasn't that his chimpanzee's name???
I think it would serve justice much better if he went to prison and shared a cell with Big Bubba..
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#9. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#8)
That was Bubbles. Hence all of the "blowing bubbles" jokes way back when.
| Gold and silver are real money, paper is but a promise. |
#10. To: Elliott Jackalope (#9)
Ya beat me to it.. it was Bubbles.. I wonder if Bubbles is going to have to be put in fostercare?
#11. To: Elliott Jackalope (#9)
hey! his Hummer is leaving Neverland right now on the boob-tube! Bubba - bubbles... is there really a difference??? Just as long as he don't have anymore little friends named "rubba' or "blanket" - too creepy.
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#12. To: Zipporah (#10)
I think Bubbles was put down or sold cuz he would not behave.....
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#13. To: Zipporah (#10)
From what I heard Bubbles got dumped years and years ago. The problem with exotic pets is when they hit sexual maturity. They start becoming a real problem to handle. Insert punchline here.
| Gold and silver are real money, paper is but a promise. |
#14. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#12)
whackojacko was probably tryin' to bugger bubbles, too.
#15. To: Zipporah (#10)
Large Plane crash in Ft. Lauderdale.... breaking news...... N.E. 56th street....awaiting develpoements.....Cappy out......
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#16. To: christine (#14)
you mean he's a MBFSF????? oooooh! a unanimouse verdict!
whackojacko was probably tryin' to bugger bubbles, too.
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#17. To: Elliott Jackalope (#13)
Insert punchline here. This seems to be quite common place among MANY FEMALE EXOTICS, including EXOTIC DANCERS.
The problem with exotic [female] pets is when they hit sexual maturity. They start becoming a real problem to handle. Insert punchline here.
It's gonna get worse before it gets "worser" !
#18. To: christine (#14)
Anti-Jackotism! Anti-Jackotism! THEY'RE ALL AROUND MEEEEEE!!!
I can either drink, or I can weep.
I find drinking to be much more subtle.
#19. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#15)
Plane crash? I have not seen anything on any of the news web sites about a plane crash in Fr. Lauderdale. Do you have a link?
| Gold and silver are real money, paper is but a promise. |
#20. To: Elliott Jackalope (#13)
This
reminds me of a true story.. My son and his wife took their grandmother to an
art exhibit.. and there was a painting of a sheep.. and grandma turned to a lady
standing next to her .. one quite refined looking woman and said.. "Do you think
that sheep is that Dolly sheep they cloned? I dont think they should be messing
around with creation.".. the woman just looked and half smiled.. Then suddenly
grandma said.. (my son knowing the bombs that grandma drops.. easied away) "you
know how AIDS got started dont ya?" The woman looked back a bit bewildered..
"its from men messin' with monkeys!.." They said the woman looked as if she had
heard the most bizarre statement ever.. and walked away.. I can just imagine
what that poor woman thought..
From what I heard Bubbles got dumped years and years ago. The
problem with exotic pets is when they hit sexual maturity. They start becoming a
real problem to handle. Insert punchline here.
#21. To: Elliott Jackalope (#19)
No link yet - just saw it on MSNBC - they are saying it's a DC-10 that was enroute to the Caribbean. whatever it is - it's toast.
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#22. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#21)
Update: Appears to be an old DC-3 that crashed.
| Gold and silver are real money, paper is but a promise. |
#23. To: Elliott Jackalope (#22)
Do they actually still fly those things??? I thought they would be considered a historical airplane?
Update: Appears to be an old DC-3 that crashed
" I intend to live forever -- so far, so good
#24. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#0)
I bet he's not guilty on all counts.
#25. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#0)
Not guilty on all counts, was just read by the court clerk. Jacko gets another pass. Looks like he's going to France to live now.
 | So many morons, so few bullets. |
#26. To: TommyTheMadArtist (#25)
So, did I call it or did I call it?
| Gold and silver are real money, paper is but a promise. |
#27. To: Elliott Jackalope (#26)
Yep, you called it. I knew he'd get off. I guess it really doesn't matter anyway. There's always been two standards of law. One for the elites, and one for the rest of us.
| So many morons, so few bullets. |
#28. To: TommyTheMadArtist, everyone here (#27)
Not too bad. Courtesy fr:
#29. To: lodwick (#28)
Esso's "Flailing Axe of Justice" demands blood! Police & prosecutors found guilty of gross negligence. Sentence: Death by public hanging.
I can either drink, or I can weep.
I find drinking to be much more subtle.
#30. To: TommyTheMadArtist, CAPPSMADNESS (#27)
Might as well defer to the jury. It's not like there's much reason to consider getting prosecuted as meaning anything. And who among us knows who's telling the truth?
#31. To: Neil McIver (#30)
I'll cop to not having heard one word of testimony, but I'd have voted to convict on the freak factor alone. ;-)
#32. To: Neil McIver (#30)
Of course we don't know who is telling the truth. But when the guy admittedly says he sees nothing wrong with sleeping with these boys, that kind of tells me he is guilty.
And who among us knows who's telling the truth?
God is always good!
#33. To: TommyTheMadArtist (#27)
Unless of course you are Martha Stewart. She must of really pissed some very high elite off big time.
There's always been two standards of law. One for the elites, and one for the rest of us.
God is always good!
#34. To: CAPPSMADNESS (#0)
The little freekin prev gets off again. How surprising........not.
Of course it hurts, You're getting screwed by an elephant
#35. To: justlurking, All, Michael Jackson Remains at Large (#34)
I really thought they would convict him this time; but no. *************************************************** One Strange Case By Libby Copeland Washington Post Staff Writer Tuesday, June 14, 2005; C01 J ust like that? Oh yeah, just like that. After the decision of a 12-person jury in Santa Maria, Calif., Michael Jackson is now free to be everything that makes us so uneasy, free to resume sleepovers with whomever he likes at his earliest convenience. (And he must be exhausted.) For years we've longed for someone to tell us what the heck's going with Michael Jackson. So we had this trial, in which seemingly every piece of his private life was unearthed and examined like the ruins of Pompeii, and we peeked inside the locked closet off Jackson's bathroom and found . . . a Macaulay Culkin doll, still in its original packaging. Jackson was found not guilty on all 10 counts yesterday. What's it all mean? The decision is rendered but we're no wiser. Pieces of the mystery break off and float to the top: Michael Jackson's bedroom is filled with child mannequins. Michael Jackson was once hand-fed by Liz Taylor. Michael Jackson may or may not wear tighty-whities, may or may not climb trees for inspiration or sleep with his simian friends, who may or may not dirty his room when they refuse to wear diapers. An acquittal doesn't clear his name; it only muddies the waters. Three years ago it might have seemed impossible that Michael Jackson could seem any more freakish, but then came the trial. What now? Move to Europe, Michael. They still love you in Europe. "People say he looks weird," Deborah Dannelly, president of the Michael Jackson Fan Club, said during the trial. "I've been very close to Michael, and I don't think he looks weird." This is actually completely wrong. If the past few months have proved anything, it's that Jackson is even weirder up close than he is from afar. In Santa Maria, we saw him day in and day out -- our most sustained glimpse since he disappeared down the rabbit hole of fame and eccentricity decades ago. The closer you got, the more he didn't make sense. Up close, that face looks as if it's made from puzzle pieces that weren't meant to fit together. What took place on the central California coast was essentially a conversation about what happens when a particular combination of wealth and celebrity festers and goes bad. Here was a man of such excess, it seemed, social conventions didn't apply. He could share a bed with children if he wanted to. Star-struck parents loaned their kids out just to be near him. He paid them in jewelry and, later, in settled lawsuits. Remember that scene in the Martin Bashir documentary -- the one that started this whole mess -- when Jackson spent an estimated $1 million in a single shopping trip? He ran around, pointing at everything he liked. There was nothing it seemed that he couldn't buy. We didn't like that. (Of course, the goings-on among the throngs of media and fans off Miller Avenue in Santa Maria were also a lesson in excess. When a Jackson fan gets his own spokesman, as happened in recent days, we can all agree the world has gone horribly wrong.) Jackson was what kept us looking, not at the details of the trial, which were far too confusing. To follow a trial, you need a clear timeline, not this mess. When exactly did the alleged molestations take place? Observers were never sure. And there was no sense of good and evil, no sympathetic character to root for. Nearly everyone was dirty, or at the very least, possessed of questionable motives. There were Jackson's former employees with their petty thievings and their tabloid deals. There was the prosecutor, Tom Sneddon, who was accused of pursuing a 12-year vendetta against Jackson and whose disgust for the pop star's pornography seemed matched only by his desire to keep showing the jury more of it. There was the accuser's mother, who cried without tears and begged the jury, "Please don't judge me!" the way she must've seen a soap actor do. At one point, apropos of nothing, she peered toward the back of the courtroom and addressed reporters, her hand over her heart to signal sincerity. "You guys are basically good guys," she said. And there was Jackson, of course, with his geisha act -- the pale, eerie painted mask, the mincing affectations. During a conversation with the court artist, he held his hands together shyly and grinned, childlike, shrugging his shoulders. When he whispered to attorneys, he put his hand to one side of his face, as if he were sharing secrets on the playground. Only Jackson would use an arraignment last year as an excuse to entertain, climbing on top of his SUV and dancing before a crowd of cheering fans -- as if he didn't understand the gravity of what he was facing or realize this was a bad reason to be in the public eye. He is a boy star who learned to love the spotlight for any reason; he is Norma Desmond, perpetually ready for his close-up. Each trip he took to the hospital (at least four during the trial) seemed more contrived than the last. When is Jackson not performing? Maybe when he speaks in the "very normal voice, very male voice" described by the accuser's mother, if you believe her testimony about that. Maybe not even then. There was a sense of being trapped in the trial, trapped by the inexorable dribble of dirty details. We could not turn away. We thought: This must be the way Jackson's lion felt in its cage at Neverland ranch, when he supposedly threw stones at the poor thing to make it roar. What were we supposed to think of him? This is a man who loves symbols that don't mean anything. He wears armbands, medallions and charms that hang from his vest. He used to wear a single glove. Maybe these things mean something to him, but they only confuse us. He is a black man who looks like a white woman, or maybe an Asian woman, or maybe an alien. He is skeletal and wears makeup and talks in a falsetto. He had the world's goodwill in the palm of his hand and he shaped himself into a curio, a Diane Arbus photograph. According to biographer J. Randy Taraborrelli, Jackson made up that story about sleeping in the hyperbaric chamber -- remember that one? -- and leaked it to the media. "Michael has long had an interest in us thinking he's weird," says Seth Clark Silberman, a lecturer at Yale and a Jackson junkie who last year organized a scholarly conference on the singer. Silberman says the pop star knows we find celebrity "even more fascinating if we think there's something lurid behind it." The past 20 years of Jackson's life have been primarily about making us uncomfortable. He dances right up to the threshold of our cultural anxieties, then denies doing any such thing. Take race, for example. This trial was not about race, of course -- the only folks who brought up the topic were the Jackson family and Jackson himself. (In a radio interview, he compared himself to other black luminaries who'd been persecuted, such as Nelson Mandela.) But it was about race, because Jackson is a liminal figure, racially speaking, in a way that makes us really uneasy. He gives every indication of a man who wants to eradicate any sign that he was ever black, even if he insists he's only ever had two plastic surgeries, and just on his nose, to help him breathe better. His spacey denials of things as obvious as the features on his face are disturbing. Against all odds, he seems to expect us to believe him, suggesting he believes himself, suggesting Neverland is less a physical place and more a vacuous state of mind. What's wrong with that guy? He's deep in Neverland, man . During his closing argument, defense attorney Thomas Mesereau Jr. seemed to allude to this: "Does he look like the kind of person who is even capable of masterminding this kind of criminal conspiracy?" Jackson toys with gender and sexuality, so those, too, ran through the trial. We wondered how a man so effete and exotic could have an ordinary sex life. Some historians argue our culture is particularly nervous about sex abuse right now -- that the concern that developed as women entered the workforce in the '70s and blossomed during the day-care abuse scandals of the '80s never went away. So it's fitting that the latest Jackson scandal be about the sanctity of childhood. He prodded this anxiety over and over in different ways, dangling his baby, "Blanket," over that balcony in Germany. He chose Peter Pan as his inspiration, but at some point he must have discovered that J.M. Barrie, who wrote the fairy tale, was -- some suggested -- a little too interested in children. In the Bashir documentary, he declared on camera that he shared a bed with children. In the 1983 video for his hit "Thriller," just before turning into a werewolf, Jackson tells his date: "I'm not like other guys." You can argue about intention, and what's conscious and what's subconscious and all that. But on some level, Jackson wanted us to wonder. And so it all made sense when this trial happened, and there was a sense of inevitability to the whole thing. Jackson was taunting us. He'd trampled too many sacred cows. The notion of him as a child molester gave us a schema to understand him. It fit so well into what we knew of his life, how he lost his childhood to hard work, how he seems naive and stunted at 12. Ah, we thought when he was charged, he molests little boys. Under the spectral mask and the coral lipstick, we figured, he really was a monster. (For a lot of people, by the way, this is a most unsatisfying horror movie in which the monster escapes at the end. Now the specter of a sequel hangs over us.) And at the same time, we couldn't imagine it ending any other way. The vision of Jackson in prison was simply incongruous. It couldn't happen. Could the delicate one stand the strain? Who would hold his umbrella during daily exercise? So he makes the trip home in his black SUV, back up Figueroa Mountain Road. And we head home too, wondering if we'll have to return to this place, or someplace like it. We take one more drive past the strip malls along Broadway for old times' sake. Past the inn with the stale-smelling lobby and the bar with the mechanical bull. Hit the highway and head south, past the sign for Buellton, "home of split pea soup," toward Los Angeles, land of the living. We do briefly wonder, whither Tom Sneddon? His past 12 years have been about making Jackson pay and he has utterly failed. He is on the brink of retirement. What's his life been about? What does he do now? And then we decide we don't really care. We only want to look at Michael Jackson. The pop star himself has made sure of it. *************************************** Juror: 'Jackson Probably Has Molested Boys' June 13 (AP) — One juror in the Michael Jackson case says he feels that "Jackson probably has molested boys," "but it wasn't proven in this case." *******************************
The little freekin prev gets off again. How surprising........not.
The Real Michael Jackson Remains at Large
Raymond Hultman told CNN "I cannot believe this man could sleep in the same bedroom for 365 straight days and not do something more than just watch television and eat popcorn." But Hultman said "that doesn' make him guilty of the charges that were presented in this case and that's where we had to make our decision."
#36. To: robin (#35)
i guess "looks weird" is in the eye of the beholder.
"People say he looks weird," Deborah Dannelly, president of the Michael Jackson Fan Club, said during the trial. "I've been very close to Michael, and I don't think he looks weird."
#37. To: christine (#36)
I wonder how much she was paid to say that, not to mention being in charge of his fan club. Too bad there's not a photo of her.
Deborah Dannelly, president of the Michael Jackson Fan Club
#38. To: robin, ALL (#35)
that's a very well written expose' of jackson.
#39. To: RickyJ (#33)
I think Martha got popped because Kenneth Lay didn't. Kenneth Lay isn't someone you can ascribe an attitude to, or identify with, but you can do that with Martha. The reason why people can't stand Martha Stewart, is because she doesn't live in the real world. A lot like Michael Jackson, however, the reason why Martha got crucified, was because she was a much easier, and not as well connected target.
| So many morons, so few bullets. |
#40. To: robin (#35)
Initially I was quite angry about the Jackson verdit. I'm still angry, but I'm blaming it more on the prosecution than the defense. The accuser's mother was obviously unbalanced. She never should have been allowed to take the stand. The jury destested Jackson, but they hated the mother.
Life is a tragedy to those who feel, and a comedy to those who think.
#41. To: robin (#35)
I didn't figure they would find him guilty on ALL the charges, but I did expect a guilty verdict in the molestation and furishing alcohol to a minor child. From what I have seen of that *jury* on the tv so far, I am not impressed with any of them or their logic.
Of course it hurts, You're getting screwed by an elephant
#42. To: justlurking (#41)
Actually this was the most Constitutional thing to happen this month. Whacko Jacko had a jury of his peers: FELLO IDIOTS!!!
#43. To: Coral Snake (#42)
Well, said.
FELLO IDIOTS!!!
I can either drink, or I can weep.
I find drinking to be much more subtle.
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