Michael Jackson, those stupid fucking parents, the candy corn saga, and an array of STD'S for your reading pleasure

So Michael Jackson got off, but the only thing I will say is why in the first place would anyone trust their child with him? And don't give me that they bought into the whole children are love bullshit he used to spout. I don't care if fucking Oprah took a shining to my kids - they ain't going to fucking bed with her. Ok, put this into perspective - say me, ordinary Joe Blow, befriends your kids, and I say "hey, I'm going to West Edmonton Mall and gonna take little Johnny. I'll get you guys a room and you can shop and gamble and whatever, and me and Johnny will share a theme room and order pizza and sit in the hot tub all night." Now, how quick would you be to call the cops or kick me in the nuts or banish me from your homes? Pretty quick I suspect. Add to that that I have had some funky face work, a caved in nose, bleached skin, and wore masks and called my child Blanket.... Like, I am sorry, but those parents are just as much to blame, and yes, I know, he wooed them and offered shit, but STILL - there are boundaries. Now me, if some celeb was like wooing me with shit for some reason, I will admit - I could probably turn into a celebrity whore pretty damn fast, and if Zza Zza Gabor or Phyllis Diller wants to feed me "Jesus Juice" and wants to watch me prance around by the pool naked, and in turn they will pay off my student loans and buy me a van, well, ok, they can get their freak on and I'll end up on easy street, and fine and dandy. But when some freak with a caved in face wants to take my kid - gimme a frigging break. So, unlike the poor men on Oprah today, I blame the parents in the MJ thing too. Now the guy on Oprah, he almost made me choked up and listening to him talk to his kids about being molested by the priest and then finding out the priest lives by him now and has kids, fuck.... the world is just so sick. I am so haunted lately too by all the reports of child porn rings that the Toronto police are trying to crack - CBC radio, which I listen to most days, always reports on these cases and it makes me want to throw up. Sometimes Pat Benetar is right, Hell is for Children. Ah, I gotta snap outta this doom and gloom, enough of Michael - and I do feel for him, because someone did something to him, besides Daddy beating him. Anyway, enough.
Gotta get to bed, but one funny story about how married people don't REALLY listen to each other. The other day when we had the garage sale, every relative was here and everyone's kids. Well, that night I was running out somewhere and came home and the kids were out of the tub - they had a bath with their cousins and I look in the tub and see all this crap in there - It looked like someone puked up 40 million cheese slices or something, and Rachel's mom says "oh, the kids had candy corn in the tub" and although I still don't know where they got it or why they had it in the tub, or even knew they even made candy corn still, I just accepted the fact that they somehow had some. So later, Rach is going to shower and I ask if she is going to have her shower in the main bathroom or our bedroom. She says the main one, so I say "oh then you can clean that candy corn" and she said "yeah" and that was that. So I get on the phone and a few minutes later she calls me and says "hey, come here!" and I go and she asks me what the hell is in the tub, so I say "candy corn" and she asks where it came from and I said I dunno, your mom just told me the kids had it. Didn't you wonder when I said something about it? Why did you pretend you knew what I was talking about?" and she said "When you said it I didn't know what the hell you were talking about so I just said yeah".... LOL, so when it comes down to it, we don't know what the hell we are talking about all the time.
OMG, that horrid Canadian show "Check it Out" is on TVLAND right now, and this guy is named "Jeff Pustil" - too close to pustile for me. Also, George Clapp is in it. Gee, after a night with George Clapp, you might end up with ole Jeff Pustil on your nether regions...
Ok, gotta hit the shower and get all the Off off of me.
xo
JT