That’s Nerve!

I am so fucking mad my head is about to blow off of my shoulders in a shower of sparks. I am so angry, I don’t know what to do with myself. I am literally beside myself with anger.

I want to projectile vomit like I’m in the “Exorcist”.

There’s a lot of things in the world I don’t care about: Who’s running for President, how the debates went, who’s banging whom in Hollywood.

But is there is one thing, one person whom I feel passionately about and get a fire lit under my ass every time I see something bad going on in relation to him, it’s Michael Jackson.

And the thing that made me so mad is the last thing I expected to.

Law and Order: SVU

For the last few months, I’ve been raving about this show to everyone with ears because I liked the drama of it. And I know I’ve seen dozens of episodes, often watching their marathons on USA for hours at a time.

Today, I’m lying in bed, still completely wiped from dialysis, when they haul in a little boy. Long story short, it came out the boy had been molested.

Even shorter what caught my attention was he spoke of the man who messed with him as having a “Treasure Room” in his house and paying off the boy’s parents so that they were all rich.

My ears began ringing:

Did they? Did they really? They couldn’t have!

In my mind, I was fighting myself saying, no, they wouldn’t actually parody Michael Jackson and the whole mess he went through with the gross and discusting accusations that he was a pedophile.

No. Not the people on SVU.

How fucking wrong was I?

The minute they hit the door of the abusers house, what the hell do I see? Wild, exotic animals running here and yonder, little mannequins in costumes.

Even Stevie Wonder could see it was an attempt to remake Neverland in a brownstone.

Up in the bedroom, it was made to look like something out of pirates of the Caribbean.

Made to look like a big treasure hut.

At this point in time in in cold sweats, I’m so blitzed. Really? Really? They low-balled like that? Seriously?

What ate my ass up even more, was they started hauling the guy out of his company--he owned a toy company, how convenient, I guess it was too much to name him Michael and throw a spangled jacket on his ass.

And he looked like Michael Jackson:

Tall, skinny, pale. He acted like Michael. Soft spoken, a bit childish..

HE WAS WEARING EYELINER AND LIP GLOSS LIKE MICHAEL!

I mean you’d have to be a fool not to see what the hell was going on.

I mean they were parodying Michael Jackson.

And it’s the most evil fucking thing I ever saw.

Michael’s been dead for three years!

It’s been stated over and over--unfortunately after the goddamned FACT--that there was NO WRONG DOING ON MICHAEL JACKSON’S PART IN ANY WAY!

All I can think about, is not me. Not me at all.

Is his kids.

I’m, sure they watch TV. What if they ran up on this?

Saw someone dragging their father’s name through the mud?

Haven’t they suffered enough?

Didn’t Michael suffer enough in his life?

Everyone I know with eyeballs watched the trial.

Saw how traumatized Michael was.

Damn Gavin Arviso--Michael was the one hurting.

Near a nervous breakdown, paranoid, fearful of his life, not eating.

Wasting away, growing thinner and thinner as the weeks passed.

He went through hell.

Fearful of going to jail, losing his children. Losing everything.

And that’s made light for the sake of a few pissy Nielsen Rating? Like am I being fucked right now? Am I being punked?

Where is Ashton or whoever in the hell is running that show now?

It’s too late for April Fools!

It just makes me want to yell out loud and jump up and down.

I respect Michael so much and to see his good name being besmirched in such a fashion.

God, I feel like I want to vomit.

It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.

I don’t care if that program aired within Michael’s lifetime, or what.

Once the man went to heaven, it should have been taken from airplay.

Out of respect damn it.

You have to respect the dead, damn it. You just have to.

It’s not fair.

It makes me physically ill.

Michael Jackson was a real person. With real feelings.

Even if he was a…a public persona, a performer, he was still human.

A real human with real feelings damn it.

People forget that.

Michael Jackson was a person.