Tomorrow at approximately ten am, Conrad Murray, the murderer of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson goes on trial.
And the thing that’s really kind of grinding my gears and pissing me off is that so many people are talking about Conrad Murray. This trial is not about him. This trial, to me, is about Michael Jackson. It’s about how that tall, lanky bastard just stood by and let Michael die.
To me there’s only one thing they should be talking about--the few hours that were left leading up to Michael’s death. It doesn’t matter really if he had an addiction problem. And even if he did have a problem, it doesn’t phase me. Michael Jackson was a human being and human beings make mistakes. I bite my nails, and have bitten them since I’ve had teeth. People make mistakes.
What matters is that Murray gave Michael an anesthetic grade sedative and should have monitored him at all times instead of gallivanting off through the house. I’ve heard that Michael was already dead when he came back and found him.
It doesn’t matter if Michael had a past with that particular sedative. Michael had many cosmetic operations, I’m sure at some point, he asked what was being given to him to make him sleep during his procedures.
As a dialysis patient myself, I had to have surgery and right as they were giving me my sedative, I asked what it was. (I don’t remember what was said because I was knocked out before the doctor got done answering)
But the matter is, a man died needlessly. Michael Jackson was not only a singer and entertainer.
He was the father to three beautiful children, who don’t have a parent anymore. He was a brother to eight other people, who don’t have him any more. And he was the son to his parents, who have lost a second child now because of Murray’s negligence. (Michael’s brother, Marlon was a twin, who’s twin died right after they were born in 1957.)
This was a gross and awful and most importantly, AVOIDABLE!
Michael Jackson didn’t have to die. Right now, he should be on his This Is It Tour in London, shaking his booty, eating fish and chips and planning the American Leg of his tour.
Not keeping Elizabeth Taylor and Jean Harlow company at the Forest Lawn Cemetery!
Not yet. He was supposed to have lived to be old. He should have walked little Paris down the aisle when she got married and stood as Best Man at his sons’ weddings.
It’s really sad what has been taken away. I don’t even want to mention how the fan base has been hurt and thrown into turmoil over this.
I just hope the jury does what’s right and throw Murray’s black ass under the jailhouse.
And I also hope that at least one good fan gets a nice, solid punch to his jaw.
JUSTICE FOR MICHAEL!
Hey Y’all. Now I’m not usually one to go on a rant, but after the day I’ve had, Lord, I’ve just got to.
It all started in dialysis where most of my complaints on a daily basis do start. Now in previous posts, I’ve mentioned that it’s takes getting two needles put in to receive treatment.
So today, yours truly got stabbed FOUR times because twice the damn needle went through the vein and it hurt like all hell of course. And I cried all my eye make up off. Thank God I didn’t have mascara on, or my eyes would have stung.
So now, my arm is all bruised and swollen and sore and the only cure they tend to offer you for some bullshit like that I put ice on it.
Well if they would have gotten the sticks right in the first place, then I wouldn’t need ice for anything except tp keep my soda cold!
Now the needles I could take--barely--but I could take them. The thing that really fired me up and upset me to the point of nausea, was about that quack masquerading as a doctor--Conrad Murray.
You remember him, that boot leather faced so and so who let Michael Jackson die.
Well my sources have told me--and the general media--that Murray is trying to sequester his jury (that means to put them in isolation from media coverage so that it doesn’t taint their decision) before his trial is set to start selection on Thursday.
Now here’s my pattern of thought on that. There isn’t a person in the Free World, who doesn’t know who in the hell he is or what it was he’s done.
As soon as Michael died, Murray’s face was splashed everywhere from here to the moon. So unless they can scare up someone who is cut off from the world--perhaps some of those people who live in compounds in Utah (who don’t associate with the rest of the world)--he’s got about a snowball’s chance in hell of not being before a jury of people who know him.
He’s just being absolutely ridiculous and running in circles because he knows he literally doesn’t have a leg to stand on. He’s knows he’s at fault and the guilt is eating him alive like a malignant cancer.
As it should well be.
I have no respect or sympathy for this man, and would tell him that to his face, if so given the opportunity.
I don’t even call him “doctor” because a doctor is supposed to be a person who looks after the well being of another and try to keep them healthy. Not sit on their big ass and leave them unattended and let them die.
I’m just saying, it’s a gross injustice and a slap to the face of any and everyone who ever liked or cared for Michael Jackson or any member of his family and his fans.
It’s right pitiful and I hope Michael gets his day in court. He had it in 2005 and I expect it again this time!
That is all...!
