I've never really been the biggest fan of Michael Jackson, but I feel badly for him and his family for how his life ended. One man who obviously doesn't share my feelings is his devil of a poppa Joe Jackson. Not only has he gravy-trained his way through life standing on the backs of his talented children, he beat young Michael and probably helped make him into the freak show he eventually became.This miserable excuse for human existence then had the gall to have not one, but TWO, press conferences about MJ, in which he did not seem the least bit sad about his son's untimely death, but more concerned with pimping his record label, like he pimped his children. I don't wish bad things to happen to people often, but I do here. I wish bleeding hemorrhoids upon you, you filthy dog!






