Well, Michael Jackson got off…in more ways than one. Idiot American Jurors have once again shown an appalling propensity for being completely blinded by celebrity. Frankly, this whole sordid affair is just one more in a long list of recent disgraceful occurrences that have convinced me that the American people are unfit to self-govern.

OJ, Robert Blake, the re-election of President Bush, what the hell is everybody thinking? You can’t find twelve random people on the streets who are capable of coming to the decision that OJ is a murderer even though they have a glove with both his and the victims blood on it? Don’t they watch CSI?

But getting back to Jackson, America has traditionally taken a soft line against child molesters. The whole Catholic church thing continues to burn like harsh lye in my open wounds. Those miserable fuckers, and despite repeated lawsuits against them they haven’t even had the decency to become a little apologetic and let some of the smaller so- called “moral violations” of pop culture slide. God forbid somebody might watch a little late night nudity and enjoy it without feeling a shit-storm of guilt.

If you asked me, the lawyers in the Jackson trial really missed a bet. They should have taught one of Jackson’s pet monkeys to speak sign language. I guarantee that monkey would have some fucked up things to tell us. You know how predators and sociopaths need to practice and gain their strength (of course you do…it’s on CSI). I bet there was a whole monkey family that was subjected to fulfilling the perverse sexual whims of Michael Jackson. I bet he practiced on them for hours and hours until his breath came ragged and the color drained out of his skin.

Those poor little guys, ever notice that whenever Michael took them out into the street they’d be wearing a diaper? Do you know why that was? To cover up the blood stains, that’s why!

But nobody gives a crap about the poor monkeys, and nobody gives a crap about sick predators raping little boys. The only person that got arrested lately was Martha Stewart, and that would give me some comfort if it wasn’t so inconsistent with what appears to be happening in the larger scheme.

But then again, maybe it does fit. Martha’s was the only case that didn’t involve passion or murder, Martha’s was about the abuse of money, which is the only thing that the typical American holds sacred.

The End