printThe following is from “In Defense Of Jacko’s Doctor,” now on WND.COM:
What a difference a few years can make. In July of 2005, cable TV’s crusaders wanted that frail stick figure, Michael Jackson, locked away forever. Jackson was a danger to ‘our’ children, they insisted. Had not his accuser said so? The ‘kid’ in question was a five-foot-seven, hirsute, habitual liar and shoplifter, who was following in the tradition of a family of transients and tramps.
Today, the same characters on the networks are having a whale of a time at the prospect of jail time for Dr. Conrad Murray. Murray was convicted of the involuntary manslaughter of Mr. Jackson. The pop sensation died of a fatal dose of the anesthetic propofol. It had been administered in the singer’s bedroom on June 25, 2009.
Dr. Murray, who had been out on bail, was promptly declared a dangerous offender by Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge Michael Pastor. ‘This is a crime where the end result was the death of a human being. That factor demands rather dramatically that the public should be protected,’ said Pastor.
What a difference a day makes. Before the verdict, Murray was out and about among the public, during which time he did not put anyone under.
Jackson, whom I defended when the prosecutor known as ‘Mad Dog’ (Thomas) Sneddon picked up the star’s scent and gave chase, charging him with child sexual abuse—was a deeply disturbed, body dysmorphic, drug-addicted man. Nevertheless, he was an adult, not a child. His decisions were his to make. And Michael Jackson had hired Murray to feed narcotics directly into his bloodstream. …
With a steady stream of ‘milk of amnesia,’ Mr. Jackson should have expected an unsteady practitioner. …”
The complete column, “In Defense Of Jacko’s Doctor,” is now on WND.COM. Read it. “Like” it!
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UPDATE (Nov. 11): Robert, there’s the reason I do not watch any show where a 100 pound woman with implants and cleavage bests all men in some of the traditionally toughest male roles there are. I advise men against watching these shows, and taking firm control of the remote. It goes without saying, I lost your thread, but, no need to xplain. [Grin.] Oh, good, manly programs: The Unit, Flashpoint, and Special Ops training on the Military channel. These give you an indication of what’s really involved in a manly work, and why we should not emasculate men.
Put my money where my mouth is and bought “Cannibal’s Pot” from Amazon.
[Thanks, Prof. Looking forward to your review too.]
The depths of some of these celebrities lives is depressing. MJ was cursed from childhood with being the star attraction in a disjointed family. He had the talent (TALENT??) that attracted the money so he evolved into this wierd, pampered thing with nobody around to tell him no. Dr. Murray was just one of the leaches that thrived on MJ’s money and is a character duplicated many times, especially in showbiz circles. The whole business is rotten. The participants are rotten and a population who showers millions of dollars on a skinny legged wierdo with a falsettto voice and is obviously a sicko is probably the most rotten in the equation.
One of my wife’s television shows is about a female police detective with a very good memory. “Unforgetable” This week’s version was about a man who killed a girl because she found out he was going to kill a man being charged with “Involuntary Manslaughter” because eight people died in his paint manufacturing business (I think) Two of the dead were the killer’s father and brother. He didn’t mean to kill her, he’s a good guy you know. The detective talks him out of killing the CEO, and walks him to jail where he will be tried for the murder of the girl. Justice rules, no problem but, there is this aftertaste that the CEO was the really guilty person and the poor killer was just an unfortunate victim of circumstance. When in actuality the CEO probably had no real effect on the fire starting in the first place. I don’t think that was the intent of the show but, there is a lot of ‘the businessman is a criminal just waiting to work his evil deed, if the good government official doesn’t stop him.’ projection in the television industry today.
Without recourse to the “thread” as I said before My television watching is very limited. My time is taken by other things. Wednesday, I rode my bike to Tulsa, stood a flag line for a KIA. Fifty-nine of us with flags fighting a strong headwind escorted the body to Bartlesville at highway speeds. Today, we conducted funeral ceremonies with 679 bikes in attendance; Christian, veterans, and not so respectful groups some might even call gangs. Tried to keep peace (no fights) between protesters and anti-protesters. Only had one person get in my face. Rode through probably thousands of people who supported the family of the dead, which tells me that the spirit of America is still alive. Day started at six and ended with supper at the Mason’s at five thirty. Why would I ever want to waste my time with television? Oh, we too have our women bikers but, they are noted for driving skills.
[Thanks for sharing. It would have been nice had you written up your thoughts on such an event for BAB on this Veteran’s Day. Next year?]