Near the End...

Hey Y'all.

Okay, so word on the street and the news is that very soon, perhaps at the end of the week, the Michael Jackson Murder Trial maybe coming to an end with a verdict being handed down.



And I have literally been sick with worry. I have a ton of really great and supportive friends who are MJ fans who have been patting after me and assuring me that Murray, that damned animal, that careless beast would go to jail. And I hope they are right. Because the world has lost an important member of society becase of him and I seriously think the world is out of balance since Michael's deaths. (what's up with all the hurricanes, tornadoes and other various disasters that we haven't seen an abundance of before. Hell, Denver had an 80 degree day and then SNOWFALL!)

I just really, have a clear cut intense passionate hate for Conrad Murray. I refuse to acknowledge him as a man or a doctor. He is a monster and Michael would have been in better hands if he'd let DR. J.  work on him! It's just ridiculous. I hope that sorry bastard goes to jail and is stuck in a cell with a lonely cellmate.
I feel very vey strongly because I loved Michael Jackson for 16 years and will continue to do so until I get called up to join him in Heaven.
As articulate as I am, I can't really put it into words or express what Michael Jackson means to me. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be alive. I'm stuck on dialysis and only ONLY ONLY agreed to it because my dad promised to take me to see Michael in concert with the This Is It tour came to America. Then that monkey-looking killed Michael 2 months later. Just long enough for me to get on dialysis and have all the surgery for it.
If it wasn't for that mongrel, I'd have probably see and even met Michael Jacskson with my best friends. Because I'd have taken my "Fab Four" (Me, Ebonie, Stacie and Gerald) with me. And my dreams with alot of other people's were all shot to shit because of that man. I hate him.

I hope he goes to jail. And I hope that somewhere a prisoner shanks him over Michael. Or a pudding cup or whatever is generally fought over in prison.

Michael's death is a crying shame and a needless death. I'll miss him forever.