Monday, May 23, 2005

Dear Michael Jackson,

Oh, Michael Jackson... you crazy, eccentric, pop music genius gazillionaire... why do you do these things that get you into so much trouble? I mean, continuing to invite little boys to come over to Neverland and stay over... in your bedroom? You're averaging the same scandal once every 10-12 years now Mike. In 2016, are we going to find you in the middle of yet another pedo-gross situation? Let's try and keep the creepy old-man/young boy porn stuff to a minimum here. Okay? I mean, for the sake of your own children at this point.

Oh, can you just imagine little Prince (first off, the kid's gonna get shit cause you named him Prince for crying out loud!) and your other kids (whose names I can't recall) on the playground - "Your dad (the King of Pop) likes little bo-oys!" "Your dad is dirrrrrty." The horror, Michael, the horror.

In any case, I hope you are found innocent. I really do. I think you have some questionable behavioral issues, but underneath, I think you are a good person. You have done A LOT with your fame and fortune, and I think if you were to go to jail that it would indeed be a sad day for the world.

Just, you know... chill out a bit. Stop wearing pajamas in public, drop the medals you clearly never earned, and make some new (adult-aged) friends, and everything will be okay.

In any case, I'm here for you man.

-Arianna

PS - Uhm, my cousin has a son, he's 6. Super cute. Very friendly. *nudge nudge wink wink* And for about $1 million I can, you know, bring him by. For a visit and stuff.

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