I agree and what is so sad to me is, there was a time when Michael wasnt like this. There was a time when he really actually cared about people and wasnt this calculating, manipulative and heartless serial-user that he's now become. There was a time when Michael was one of the most caring, giving, unselfish and yes innocent people on the planet. And I think he was genuine about it, I dont believe it was all an act. But now, like within the past 15 or so years he's done a complete 180.

IMO, what started him on this path was him going thru the first allegations in 1993 with the Chandler family. I believe that whole ordeal devastated him emotionally and he has never recovered from it. I really think it broke his heart when the Chandlers came out with those allegations because Michael had developed a very close relationship with them (minus the father). He basically adopted that family and they adopted him as like the father figure in that family. Michael loved and trusted them--maybe even more than his own real family at the time, and when they accused him of molesting the boy, that was like a knife thru his heart. That whole ordeal hurt him so very badly, more than I think even he realizes. Plus him having to deal with that awful DA Tom Sneddon who subjected Michael to that humiliating physical examination....

Yeah, Michael went thru hell and I dont think he's ever emotionally fully recovered from it, and the way he's been treating and using people over the past decade is a result of his emotional wounds from this ordeal. Not that I'm justifying or excusing his behavior, I dont condone his actions at all, but yeah I think the whole 1993 allegations is what started him on this path. I used to really look up to him as a person, but not anymore.

On another note, the former nanny is supposed to be testifying today in this case, it will be very interesting to see what she has to say about this whole mess.
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I suffer from that same condition too but tonite I'm pretty tired so Imma call it a nite...just as soon as I finish doin my laundry Its 1:20 am here now, so you must be on Eastern time too. Bboy87 are you sufferin from the same condition too?

I agree except for one thing.

I don't think he's caculating and heartless so much as naive. He probably did feel "Hey, a friend wants to help me out. Free Vacation!" . The Prince even said this isn't personal, just business and that he considers Mike a dear friend. Michael has always dealt with issues like this. Breach of contract, reneging on deals. We just hear more of it due to his inactivity.

I agree except for one thing.

I don't think he's caculating and heartless so much as naive. He probably did feel "Hey, a friend wants to help me out. Free Vacation!" . The Prince even said this isn't personal, just business and that he considers Mike a dear friend. Michael has always dealt with issues like this. Breach of contract, reneging on deals. We just hear more of it due to his inactivity.

I have OCD so I tend to have anxiety attacks sometimes. The worse one was back in June. It through me into an emotional loop that it look some time to get out of

Does he really believe that people just wanna give him everything and do everything for him either cuz he's Michael Jackson or cuz their super-nice people and they dont expect anything in return from him?

Yeah I've considered the fact that he very well may be just really naive and too trusting of people sometimes. But then I wonder, is Michael really that clueless? Does he really believe that people just wanna give him everything and do everything for him either cuz he's Michael Jackson or cuz their super-nice people and they dont expect anything in return from him? But then again he's probably used to that and having people do things and give things to him so maybe he really does think nothing of it...but then again he did promise the Sheik that he would do all these projects or at least let the Sheik think he was and then pulls out of it like its nothing. That aint cool.

Dude is not only clueless but still naive. This guy should've known after 40 years how things go down.

Dude is not only clueless but still naive. This guy should've known after 40 years how things go down.

i agree w/ naughty kitty.

his life has not been the same since 1993. those allegations cost him in every which way - morally, spiritually, emotionally, financially, creatively, physically - every which way.

it is really, really sad to me since i grew up with this guy. to see him being reduced to this 'joke' is very, very sad.

Hell, the guy didn't know what califlower was until he was 25 You should read that excerpt about him in Katherine Hepburn's book

but that could be cultural, too.

generally speaking, i don't know of many black people who eat cauliflower. my relatives in a small town in michigan might not know what it is, either. (the town is not that far from gary, indiana btw.) i grew up in california and my mother was pretty open minded when it came to exploring different food and doing things differently than her mother. i knew what cauliflower was, but we stuck to broccoli! my grandmother never even ate that.

you forget, the jacksons were not to the manner born. if joe and katherine were anything like my grandmother who was originally from the south, mj and his brothers and sisters grew up eating collard greens, green beans, and maybe spinach, but probably not cauliflower.

i could see him not knowing what it was.

It was always going to be a strange encounter when Hollywood legend Katharine Hepburn invited Michael Jackson to dinner. From the moment the eccentric singer drew up outside her New York home in a TV rental truck, dressed in a military-style outfit, it was clear she was in for a bizarre evening.

Fellow guest SCOTT BERG, her friend and confidant, reveals in a book out today the real story of what Hepburn, who died last month at 96, called "the most peculiar night of my life." Here is his account.

WHEN THE doorbell rang, the housekeeper, Norah, ran down to answer it.

"Now, don't wet yourself!" Kate called out to her.

Michael Jackson was wearing sunglasses and a satiny blue uniform trimmed in gold braid. On stage it would probably look dazzling. Up close it looked flimsy and gaudy.

Kate held out her hand to him, apologised for not standing because of her bad foot and he leant over to kiss her on the cheek. She introduced us all, and Michael found a place on the couch, at Kate's immediate right.

His body was even slighter than pictures suggested. His skin was taut and a beautiful tawny shade; his nose, with its tiny bridge, bore little resemblance to any other I had ever seen.

At 25, he had the demeanour of an extremely polite 10-year-old. He spoke in a gentle voice full of sweetness and wonder.

"Is it too bright in here?" Kate asked her guest. He said No.

"Well, then, Michael, you really must take off your sunglasses, so that I can see your eyes. If you don't, then I'll have no idea where you're looking."

He reluctantly obeyed.

"I think you wear your sunglasses far too much," she continued. "It can't be very good for your eyes, and in the get-ups you wear, it's hardly as if you go anywhere unrecognised. So let us see your eyes. They're the window to your soul."

After a moment of silence, I asked if I could fix Michael something to drink. Kate interjected that Michael didn't drink alcohol and asked what he wanted: "Juice, soda, fizzy water, plain water, tea, 'funny' tea?" He wanted nothing. "Are you sure?" Kate asked. "Nothing, thank you," he said sweetly, then sank back into silence.

KATE had met Jackson in the summer of 1979, when she filmed On Golden Pond on Squam Lake in New Hampshire.

"He fascinated me," she said. "He's an absolutely extraordinary creature. He's worked his entire life, entertaining professionally since he was three, and he's never lived a single moment - not a moment - in the real world.

"He's this strange artistic creature, living in a bubble, barely touched by anything in the outside world."

She had been quite stern with Michael one morning in New Hampshire when she discovered that he had not made his bed - then was stupefied to learn that he didn't know how to.

"He had never made a bed in his life!" she exclaimed. "He's E.T.!"

Over the next few years, Kate and Michael cultivated a friendship.

She didn't really care much for his music, but she thought he was a masterful showman - "a great dancer," she said, "with a cute little backside." And that's why she invited him to dinner that evening in 1984.

But just minutes after he had arrived, Kate handed me her glass to be filled with Scotch and soda and tossed me a look that suggested this was going to be a bumpy night.

Also present were Kate's companion, Phyllis, her close friend Cynthia McFadden and her niece Katharine Houghton. Everybody took a turn at trying to get the conversation rolling, but the best our guest could muster was one-word answers to perfunctory questions. Cynthia, Kathy and I peeled off into our own private chat. But we could all overhear that it was rough going for Kate.

I asked Michael if he liked movies, and he warmed to that subject. "Oh yes," he assured me. He said he spent most of his afternoons and nights watching videos of old movies. Katharine Hepburn was his favourite movie star.

"Mine too," I said. "And which of Kate's pictures are your favourites?" He turned to me with the sweetest smile, and, with what looked like heavily made-up eyes glowing right into mine, he said: "I'm not sure."

I told him my favourite was The Philadelphia Story. He said he had not heard of that one. "What about Holiday or Bringing Up Baby?" He didn't recognise those titles, either.

Trying the other end of the spectrum, I asked if he had seen Long Day's Journey or The Lion In Winter. No, he didn't know those.

The African Queen? "Is that the one in Africa?" he asked. Never saw it.

"On Golden Pond," I said assuredly. After all, it's how they met. Never saw it. Guess Who's Coming To Dinner? Nope, never saw that one either.

"Well, Michael, there's got to be some movie of Katharine Hepburn's that you've seen!"

"That one with Spencer Tracy," he chimed in. "Adam's Rib?" No.

Thinking sports, I say: "Pat And Mike?" No. "Woman Of The Year?" "Desk Set?" "No, the one where Spencer Tracy plays a fisherman, and he saves the little boy..."

"Captains Courageous?!" Kate asked incredulously. It was the only film mentioned that she hadn't appeared in.

"Yes," said Michael. "He was very strict, but he was sweet to the little boy." Kate, with a look of madness I hadn't seen since the last act of Long Day's Journey, simply held up her empty glass.

Cynthia came to the rescue by inquiring about Michael's famous zoo.

"Now, Michael," Kate said, "I have always like animals, but honestly, what do you do with a boa constrictor?"

Excitedly, he described his huge terrarium, behind a curtain, in which Muscles lived, and how every few days he and special guests would sit down in front of the great glass window, open the curtain and watch as a small rodent was placed in the snake house.

This was an evening's entertainment - watching the snake capture, constrict and consume the animal. We all sat there, speechless. Kate held up her glass and, in a choked voice, called out: "Too weak."

Dinner was served. Because Michael did not eat meat, Norah had prepared a vegetarian meal, starting with bowls of cold beet soup. A plate of toasted Portuguese bread got passed around, as did a small tub of whipped butter.

WHEN the butter reached Michael, he dipped his soup spoon in, then dropped a big white dollop into his soup, which he started to eat.

Kate saw what was happening and apologised, saying it was her fault he had mistaken the butter for sour cream.

She called for Norah to get Michael a fresh bowl of soup. Michael insisted he would eat this one - finishing the entire bowl, glob of butter and all.

Kate was astonished when Michael, who ate little more than vegetables all his life, did not know that the "white broccoli" on his plate was cauliflower.

Before the dishes were cleared, a little after eight, I heard Michael ask if he could speak to Kate privately.

She and Michael entered the front living-room, their heads bowed in serious conversation. Every now and then we could hear Kate say, in a low but firm voice: "Absolutely not. I'm terribly sorry, Michael, but absolutely not."

Within a few minutes they had rejoined us, but Michael did not sit down. He said his goodbyes and we all followed him to the front door, where a driver-bodyguard stood waiting.

He ushered Michael from the door into a waiting vehicle, a television repair truck with no rear windows. They zoomed off into the night.

Kate closed the door and cried: "Whiskey! Norah, get the whiskey!"

Upstairs we poured our nightcaps and Cynthia asked what had happened. Kate explained that Michael had wanted a photograph of the two of them. Kate had said she would send him a picture of herself.

No, Michael said, he wanted one of the two of them - and he had a photo-grapher with him, who had been sitting all night in the TV repair truck.

"Absolutely not," Kate had told him. This was meant to be a private dinner among friends, not a stop on his publicity junket.

It was nine o'clock. Kate downed her drink and said: "I'm exhausted. I can't recall a more peculiar night in my life and I'm going to bed."

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LMBO!! Wow! I actually remember reading this years ago but I had forgotten all about it. Hilarious! Thanks for that Bboy! You should post this on the KOP board

And if he don't, I will.

That's where I got it from It's in the News Archive

Post the link or re-post the story for those who haven't read it yet.

Good to see some of the fans waking up and smelling the coffee about this guy's character (although I see a few die hards are trying to make the Sheikh out to be the villain ). Hopefully, your next realisation will be that he's a paedophile.

And by the way, this latest "illness" is no more ridiculous than his "vitiligo" or Janet's "vertigo".

don't get it twisted- i'm not agreeing with you- we will forever be different in opinions- my statement stem form love- your from hate

don't get it twisted- i'm not agreeing with you- we will forever be different in opinions- my statement stem form love- your from hate

On the contrary, you quite clearly are agreeing with me. You can't take back your own words now. You've already admitted that you're just realising what a user he is, and how fake his "humbleness" is. I've known that for years. You're just catching up.