For someone who never wanted to be a parent Debbie Rowe sure is benefitting from it, and I’m not talking about the tax break. Honestly the thought of having children with Michael Jackson, before he died and became some sort of super savior, made my skin crawl, literally not figuratively but only because I found MJ to be a repulsive ass bandit.
Hey love the music not the man. I mean I’m just saying….I know it’s wrong to speak ill of the recently murdered but it is what it is. Would you have left your eight year old son alone with the Gloved One and Bubbles (does anyone know what he did with the monkey) for any extended period of time? OK so point taken right.
But I am moving away from the initial purpose of my post, the child selling whore the lovely ex-wife, Debbie Rowe. She leaked the secret sauce in 2004 that dear sweet Michael Jackson wasn’t the biological father (was there any doubt in your mind) of her tickets to fortune and fame precious children only to be silenced by more money. Some sort of additional ex spouse support because clearly it wasn’t enough to take the 8million deal to slip into the night and never be heard of again. So I presume it shouldn’t be shocking that as the casket closes the glint of dollar bill signs rise yet again for Ms. Rowe. Of course in her defense she never wanted children, she was simply the vessel with which to impart the gifts. Debbie mentioned that once the doctors pronounced her utterly barren following the birth of Paris Jackson, Michael John Hancocked the final paperwork to dissolve the marriage.
One wonders if folks never consummate their marriage if you can even call it that. Personally Michael Jackson besides his alleged affinity for little boys appeared to me as one of those a-sexual types, more interested in grabbing his crotch than using it.
What we are left with now folks is the custody battle to end of all custody battles. I wonder if Katherine is up for the fight. Sources, the truth of this hasn’t been confirmed and Debbie Rowe denies it, indicate that the Breeder would be willing to accept an additional 4m to drop all her claims. Interesting, particularly because had the previous judge at the time of the 8m child auction allowed Debbie to dissolve all parental rights as she requested Katherine might not be in such a pickle.
Hey if all else fails the children will be in good hands with the diva, Diana Ross. She can teach them how to smuggle weed through the airport.
And this brings me to my point (took a minute to get there but you know how I am), WTF? Yes I had to say that. In my opinion (notice I prefaced this, it is my opinion) Debbie Rowe, if the reports are true 8m to release parental rights, undisclosed spousal support and possibly an additional 4m to relinquish the same parental rights from the prior deal, is a money hungry whore. And when I say whore I mean someone who is willing to set aside principles or personal integrity in order to obtain something (money in this case). Why upset the monkey cart these children call lives and try to yank them away from the freaks they call family. Granted the Jacksons are the only people the children know and familiar freaks are better than a mother, and I use that word loosely, willing to sell them to the highest bidder.
And if The Breeder’s a whore Michael Jackson was as dirty as a street peddler for getting in bed, well not literally folks, with such a revolting pig. Not that Debbie is in any way to blame for his behavior they both equally repulse me for this child auction. However, although Michael may have been the moving force without the vessel there would be no children. Money truly does make the world go round.
Of course, I could be being too harsh. Maybe The Breeder is no worse than a struggling college student who sells her eggs to an eager couple. And just maybe Michael Jackson was a misunderstood oddball due to circumstances beyond his control.
IDK but I am off my soapbox for today, what are your thoughts?
Normally I don’t fall for sappy shit. (This will make sense later on I swear.) Helluva way to start a post I know but it is what it is. Anywho my staycation has been great. I finally beat that biotch Insomnia and am all that much happier for it. Not to mention I actually washed all of my laundry, and we know this is the whore I mean chore that broke the camels’ back for me so the sheer fact that I tackled it this week deserves a lot of credit.
OK on to the review…The Spaniard
, I know I know there is a slight masochistic addiction here but the first step to resolving any problem is admitting that it exists. In any event his birthday was Wednesday. Now under normal circumstances I am a wonderiffic gift giver however, given our situation or lack thereof I scaled way back and simply picked up a nice shirt and a pair of pants, on sale so no serious duckets were lost.
Nothing major right, of course I didn’t feel anything by doing it, as it was something I would do for all of my other friends anyway. Clearly no one has good friends anymore because besides a few text messages and phone calls he didn’t get any gifts, not even his precious mother (did I say that out loud….I sense issues here). He was overjoyed. I stopped by briefly and went about my business, as I said I am trying to make a clean break…
Fast forward to Thursday morning, I get a call around 10AM. Being the early bird that I am even on staycation I was awake and answer to The Spaniard saying he’s at my front door. First reaction and words for that matter, WHY? He’s being spontaneous and wanted to surprise me. See he must have forgotten his position on this here island is no more. Clearly I’ve forgotten as well, I opened the door.
Cardio Girl, Diva and La’Tonya yes I hear a simultaneous dumbass resounding from ya’ll…..remember masochistic addition, it’s hard to break the ties.
In any event he was standing on my landing with forgive me I’ve been a jackass take me back flowers in hand. See here’s the sappy shit I was talking about earlier and I am so not the flower chick so we will call said flowers daisies. Pretty, but still slightly un-phased, what do you want? This is a rhetorical question because I knew what he wanted and quickly I needed to decide if I would play this game.
Sometimes playing dumb works in my favor, other times it backfires…only time will tell which happens. Anywho I let him in after his I’m sorry, I will do better, princessa por favor te amo, it hurts us not being together etc etc etc. I don’t feel played because I went into the letting of him in with open eyes. I suspect in a couple of days or weeks he will revert to his former self.
Insert mixed feelings here, what about Mailroom Boy? Oh he catches the short end of the stick so often doesn’t he? After a hooker get your act together conversation with Nurse Friend who said basically I needed to unweave the tangles and make a decision. The balancing act can only go on for so long and eventually it will come to a head and it ain’t gonna be pretty. I tend to agree with her.
But now I can’t shake the Spaniard. Of late he is omnipresent, my guess in large part to smelling another cock in the hen house or in my case another stranded hombre en la isla.
And this is totally off topic but it’s been bothering me, why why why bend over in slouching cargo pants sans undies if you have the ass of Sasquatch? This is a question I would like to pose to my local scooper at the dairy queen.
Ah Philadelphia the city of my birth and the nation’s as a matter of fact. There is no place I’d rather be and not be all at the same time. Most days it’s tolerable if you avoid some of the sketchier neighborhoods and some days it’s feels like a f*cking rat trap I can’t escape...
That last part could just be me, I am not sure. The Little Brother says he never wants to leave, go figure.
In true Philadelphia fashion it’s stewing with racism thick as the humidity. Not really shocking, a little horrendaful but not shocking in the very least. One must never forget that Philadelphia resides in Pennsyltucky also known as one of the most racially charged places above the Mason Dixon. You don’t have to take my word for it, please read this article to get a taste of what I’ve known for years.
Side note, around these parts I rarely discuss race because it’s not my topic of choice but this deserves my ranting.
Anywho simmer simmer it’s not all that bad at least no one was called a nasty name. It was all very politically correct, you know as politically correct as one can be when acting like a bigoted piece of sh*t. For those who didn’t take the time to read the article I will give you the 411 (remember when people used to use this slang to mean information). The long and the short, several black campers were escorted out of the pool because their very presence changed the “complexion” (their words not mine) of the pool club.
Interesting….it’s news to me that our (I mean our in the collective sense referring to all colored folk) “complexion” seeps off when mixed with chlorine. Quite fascinating actually considering I’ve been living with the skin I’m in for 27yrs and never noticed this. Could be my particular avoidance of pools in general but the few times I’ve been allowed in I’ve never noticed the color slide right off my skin.
And really the adults behavior doesn’t disturb me all that much, sad but it doesn’t really rock me to the core like that of the children. The white children actually ran from the pool when the black kids hopped in, this my friends is disturbing. WTF? Racism at its worse is when the children are brainwashed. Of course old bigots were once young bigots however, with the intermingling of the races via schools, interracial marriages etc etc etc most children aren’t programmed this way.
Sadly the children’s parents have wired them in such a way to continue this hateful completely ass-backwards behavior. It’s janky as hell when you think about it. I feel for the kids who were booted out of the pool for no other reason than being themselves. It’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words you just know it when you feel it.
Given the highly litigious times we live, I expect a lawsuit for pain and suffering to surface shortly.
