I dead ass can’t keep up with all yall cliques and drama. I really don’t gaf who don’t like who atp. I’m cool with who cool with me and the tiny circle of moots that interact with me.
“When @IAmBrettBarnes was called by the defense as their next witness, the blood left Tom Sneddon's face, and the man turned as white as a ghost. The DA couldn't believe that yet another young man was stepping forward to help Michael Jackson. Insiders knew that the prosecution was trying to hound people, people like Macaulay Culkin. Mesereau was informed that Santa Barbara sheriffs were knocking on the neighbors' doors of at least one key witness, which could have had an intimidating effect. Yet Jackson's friends were waltzing into court of their own free will.” Thank you Brett, we’ll never forget that you were there for Michael 💔
michael talking about the racism he and his family faced while being the only black family living in encino. and at one point they called his mother racial slurs. they even would destroy michael and his brother’s cars, and unfortunately the racism towards michael never stopped.
Let me tell y’all about reductio ad absurdum, one of my favorite ways to be academically annoying during an argument 😂
You take someone’s standard exactly as they’ve presented it and apply that same logic somewhere else. If it suddenly sounds ridiculous once the subject changes, congratulations! You’ve just exposed the inconsistency.
Now let’s apply it to the alleged Michael and the Jonathan Spence photograph.
Wait, Is this that same Maureen Orth who wrote a Vanity Fair article stating Michael Jackson was sacrificing cows to cast voodoo spells on director Steven Spielberg. Yes, she actually wrote that and yes it was actually published.
Thank you for proving my point WSJ, about the media’s hate and constant propaganda against Michael Jackson and his legacy.
14yrs old Pricilla and Elvis: “We had a nightly ritual. At about ten or eleven, Elvis would glance at me and look toward the stairs. Then, naively assuming that nobody knew where I was headed, I'd casually proceed to his bedroom, where I'd lie on his bed, impatiently waiting for him to appear. When he joined me, he'd lie as close to me as he could. "I love you," I whispered. Sometimes Elvis would enter his bedroom in high spirits. I longed for those nights when he'd shut off the lights and lie close beside me. "Sweetness," he would say, putting his arms around me.
"You're so pretty, Honey." And then we'd kiss long, deep, passionate kisses, and his caresses would leave me weak with desire.
Nights when his mood was calm and peaceful, he would describe his ideal woman and tell me how perfectly I fit this image.”
“how do you reconcile the celebration of michael with that truth at a time where we think about separating the art from the artist” he was fucking INNOCENT.
@VanityFair you are seriously gross for this question. & then look of contempt on the interviewers face makes it worse.
The Vanity Fair reporter's selective outrage is a joke. Where was this energy for the pElvis biopic?? (the man who dated a 14yr old) The guy clearly didn’t like Colman’s honest and mature answer. Do your homework before interviewing someone @VanityFair
look at that reporter’s face, he thought he could have caught colman slacking and he fucking didn’t, he has the face of someone who’s not willing to listen nor educate himself on how things exactly went, the face of someone that doesn’t know a damn thing
The way some authors write dialogue as if every character is competing to deliver the most quotable line imaginable is so exhausting. People talk like people, not like a collection of pinterest captions