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Is that addressed towards me? "When Michael Jackson is just singing and dancing, you just think this is an astonishing talent. And he has had this astounding talent all his life, but we want him to be floored as well. We really don´t like the idea that he could have it all." | |
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OK, here´s what someone who has actually met Michael jackson and has spent some time with him and his kids thinks of him as a father.
Why my friend Michael is a fine father Jonathan Margolis says that Michael Jackson is a better parent than most. Why my friend Michael is a fine father Last week's documentary about Michael Jackson astonished the world. But Jonathan Margolis, the British writer who knows him well, says Jackson is as good a parent as anyone - and better than most Sunday February 9, 2003 The Observer This is, perhaps, not the best week for declaring that Michael Jackson is rather a good father. But I do so now on the basis of more than Martin Bashir's television documentary. I spent several months working with Michael and his guru and friend, the former Oxford University rabbi Shmuley Boteach, on a still-unfinished book about, interestingly, the importance of adults retaining their childlike qualities. I got to like Michael and his children a lot. He is sweet, charming, intelligent, thinking, and highly eccentric. He is also deeply sad - not in the contemporary sense of being inadequate - but sad as in melancholic, unhappy and damaged. He is, in my judgment, a good man. His older children, Prince and Paris, whom I spent a considerable time with, are bright, well mannered, unspoilt and unaffected. Apart from knowing the unconventional Jacksons a little bit, I am now in my forties and a father of more than average experience for my age. I have co-raised three children, the youngest now a teenager, and have hardline, bordering on over-protective, views on parenting. I get upset at seeing shaven-headed little kids been thumped in Sainsbury's and even angrier at casual middle-class child cruelty. I shout 'child abuser' at smug parents on bicycles who show off their green credentials by towing little Archie through traffic at exhaust-pipe height in those baby trailers. Although it was in the best traditions of compelling, car crash TV and will win shedloads of awards, the synthetic empathy and tendentious self-aggrandisement of Bash Ears (as George Best, another victim, amusingly calls this clumsy, fake Louis Theroux) were too much for me. The film did show the Michael I know: naive, simplistic, autocratic and with disastrous taste in furnishings. I am sure, however, that he is not a child molester, inadvisable sleepovers or not. He has studied childcare with dedication. He is committed to thoughtful, non-violent parenting. He handles Prince and Paris with a skill and patience that puts mine to shame. And, no, they never wore masks when I was with them. Nobody I know thinks ill of Michael's parenting abilities either, even post-Bashir. Aware that I am acquainted with him, a variety of people rang me last week to say how angry they were. Have we become so cynical and paranoid, one professional man demanded, that it is impossible to love kids quite asexually without provoking suspicion? 'For Christ's sake,' he ranted, 'when I was small I had books about Noddy and Big Ears sleeping in the same bed, and nobody thought anything of it.' I have also earwigged conversations on buses and trains. Certainly, there is sniggering and bafflement over Michael's transparent fibbing about plastic surgery but the consensus is that he seems really nice, if a bit loopy. The sleepovers aside, which sound a bad - but not intrinsically evil - idea we all know where the other grounds lie for concern about Michael's parenting. First, the masks. I spent several weeks around Michael without once seeing his trademark surgical mask. One evening in London, when he came to Britain for his Oxford Union speech (which I helped him with a little) we were going out. The hotel was surrounded by fans. As we left his suite, Michael whipped out a black silk face mask. I looked quizzically at it and shrugged as if to ask 'What's that all about'? He winked, lifted the corner of the mask and whispered: 'Razzle-dazzle 'em.' And that, I think, is the explanation for the masks and those weird burkas he has been putting on the kids for public occasions. For Michael - he of the tawdry Grecian urns at hundreds of thousands of dollars a pop - this is glamour, mystique, showbiz razzle-dazzle. Think Thriller, the video. He is teaching his children, whose privacy is invaded more than that of any British royal brat, to get used to it. The same goes for the birth story, which even Michael's supporters found a little icky. For those who missed it: Michael told how he rushed Paris, his daughter, home from hospital so precipitately that she was still bloody from the birth, if not attached to her mother. Again, the problem is that owing to his own odd upbringing, he thinks such a thing is glamorous and exciting. Then again, if he is so obviously fantasising about the plastic surgery, why do we believe him about the birth? I suspect it didn't quite happen as he describes it. I take a revisionist view of the time last November that he dangled his new baby, Prince Michael ll, known as Blanket, from his Berlin hotel suite, the most famous balcony incident since Verona. I suspected then that this was something of nothing, and Bashir's footage proved it. I am amazed that intelligent writers still refer to it as an authentic dangle. The film shows it was no stunt but, at worst, a momentary error. Michael has an exceptionally athletic build and huge, strong hands. He is very confident in his physical strength. The crowd below was baying to see the baby, and he held him up at an open window, knowing how strong and capable he is. The baby wriggled awkwardly, Michael went 'whoops', and pulled Blanket safely back in before he did the child a mischief. What we saw, crucially, from the footage filmed from inside the hotel room was that there was no balcony - merely a section of railing to stop guests falling out of the tall window. Finally, there is the vibrating movement Michael made with his knee while bottle-feeding Blanket. This does worry me, although not as much as the green muslin Michael placed over the nipper's head. I imagine that was because the singer was already becoming deeply untrusting of the creepy Bashir. What worried me about the outcry over the knee is that I used to make that movement with all my babies to calm them. Most of mine cried when I stopped, and giggled when I started again. Parents make mistakes, often near-fatal ones, all the time without being investigated by social workers. If Bashir had been in Leeds in 1980, he would have caught me changing the bulb in a table lamp that was still plugged in. The phone went, and while my back was turned my stray baby daughter came within a millimetre of electrocution. To me, Michael is level-headed. While other celebrities are gullible, for instance, when it comes to such cults as Scientology and Kabbalah, he has seen them off, despite high pressure, celeb-on-celeb salesmanship from both. He is that strong in his convictions. Love her as he does, for example, he disagrees profoundly with his friend Elizabeth Taylor, the children's godmother, who believes the odd smack is all right. Michael has his own views on what is weird. He regards it as disgusting that his friend Princess Diana's children were encouraged by their father to witness the gory aftermath of a fox hunt. I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times. He talks to them as though they are adults. He will not tolerate them interrupting an adult conversation, but is unusually attuned to young voices asking questions or requesting a drink, when most of us choose to pretend slightly deafness. Abused children inevitably advertise their suffering with introversion, aggression, shyness, sullenness, distrustfulness and depression. But, neurotic, eccentric and downright flaky as their famous father is, I don't see any of the above in Prince and Paris. Michael's is an eccentric domestic arrangement, but infinitely better, I suggest, than the average experienced by Hollywood kids. Moreover, he chooses exceptionally sensible, middle-aged women as nannies. And that, I think, is the explanation for the masks and those weird burkas he has been putting on the kids for public occasions. For Michael - he of the tawdry Grecian urns at hundreds of thousands of dollars a pop - this is glamour, mystique, showbiz razzle-dazzle. Think Thriller, the video. He is teaching his children, whose privacy is invaded more than that of any British royal brat, to get used to it. The same goes for the birth story, which even Michael's supporters found a little icky. For those who missed it: Michael told how he rushed Paris, his daughter, home from hospital so precipitately that she was still bloody from the birth, if not attached to her mother. Again, the problem is that owing to his own odd upbringing, he thinks such a thing is glamorous and exciting. Then again, if he is so obviously fantasising about the plastic surgery, why do we believe him about the birth? I suspect it didn't quite happen as he describes it. I take a revisionist view of the time last November that he dangled his new baby, Prince Michael ll, known as Blanket, from his Berlin hotel suite, the most famous balcony incident since Verona. I suspected then that this was something of nothing, and Bashir's footage proved it. I am amazed that intelligent writers still refer to it as an authentic dangle. The film shows it was no stunt but, at worst, a momentary error. Michael has an exceptionally athletic build and huge, strong hands. He is very confident in his physical strength. The crowd below was baying to see the baby, and he held him up at an open window, knowing how strong and capable he is. The baby wriggled awkwardly, Michael went 'whoops', and pulled Blanket safely back in before he did the child a mischief. What we saw, crucially, from the footage filmed from inside the hotel room was that there was no balcony - merely a section of railing to stop guests falling out of the tall window. Finally, there is the vibrating movement Michael made with his knee while bottle-feeding Blanket. This does worry me, although not as much as the green muslin Michael placed over the nipper's head. I imagine that was because the singer was already becoming deeply untrusting of the creepy Bashir. What worried me about the outcry over the knee is that I used to make that movement with all my babies to calm them. Most of mine cried when I stopped, and giggled when I started again. Parents make mistakes, often near-fatal ones, all the time without being investigated by social workers. If Bashir had been in Leeds in 1980, he would have caught me changing the bulb in a table lamp that was still plugged in. The phone went, and while my back was turned my stray baby daughter came within a millimetre of electrocution. To me, Michael is level-headed. While other celebrities are gullible, for instance, when it comes to such cults as Scientology and Kabbalah, he has seen them off, despite high pressure, celeb-on-celeb salesmanship from both. He is that strong in his convictions. Love her as he does, for example, he disagrees profoundly with his friend Elizabeth Taylor, the children's godmother, who believes the odd smack is all right. Michael has his own views on what is weird. He regards it as disgusting that his friend Princess Diana's children were encouraged by their father to witness the gory aftermath of a fox hunt. I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times. He talks to them as though they are adults. He will not tolerate them interrupting an adult conversation, but is unusually attuned to young voices asking questions or requesting a drink, when most of us choose to pretend slightly deafness. Abused children inevitably advertise their suffering with introversion, aggression, shyness, sullenness, distrustfulness and depression. But, neurotic, eccentric and downright flaky as their famous father is, I don't see any of the above in Prince and Paris. Michael's is an eccentric domestic arrangement, but infinitely better, I suggest, than the average experienced by Hollywood kids. Moreover, he chooses exceptionally sensible, middle-aged women as nannies. Nobody thinks anything of it when celebrity mothers exclude fathers from their children's lives. Liz Hurley has been lionised for doing so. I would say Michael Jackson has given more thought to parenthood than most of us parents who don't suffer from the sobriquet, Wacko. "When Michael Jackson is just singing and dancing, you just think this is an astonishing talent. And he has had this astounding talent all his life, but we want him to be floored as well. We really don´t like the idea that he could have it all." | |
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dag said: OK, here´s what someone who has actually met Michael jackson and has spent some time with him and his kids thinks of him as a father.
Why my friend Michael is a fine father Jonathan Margolis says that Michael Jackson is a better parent than most. Why my friend Michael is a fine father Last week's documentary about Michael Jackson astonished the world. But Jonathan Margolis, the British writer who knows him well, says Jackson is as good a parent as anyone - and better than most Sunday February 9, 2003 The Observer This is, perhaps, not the best week for declaring that Michael Jackson is rather a good father. But I do so now on the basis of more than Martin Bashir's television documentary. I spent several months working with Michael and his guru and friend, the former Oxford University rabbi Shmuley Boteach, on a still-unfinished book about, interestingly, the importance of adults retaining their childlike qualities. I got to like Michael and his children a lot. He is sweet, charming, intelligent, thinking, and highly eccentric. He is also deeply sad - not in the contemporary sense of being inadequate - but sad as in melancholic, unhappy and damaged. He is, in my judgment, a good man. His older children, Prince and Paris, whom I spent a considerable time with, are bright, well mannered, unspoilt and unaffected. Apart from knowing the unconventional Jacksons a little bit, I am now in my forties and a father of more than average experience for my age. I have co-raised three children, the youngest now a teenager, and have hardline, bordering on over-protective, views on parenting. I get upset at seeing shaven-headed little kids been thumped in Sainsbury's and even angrier at casual middle-class child cruelty. I shout 'child abuser' at smug parents on bicycles who show off their green credentials by towing little Archie through traffic at exhaust-pipe height in those baby trailers. Although it was in the best traditions of compelling, car crash TV and will win shedloads of awards, the synthetic empathy and tendentious self-aggrandisement of Bash Ears (as George Best, another victim, amusingly calls this clumsy, fake Louis Theroux) were too much for me. The film did show the Michael I know: naive, simplistic, autocratic and with disastrous taste in furnishings. I am sure, however, that he is not a child molester, inadvisable sleepovers or not. He has studied childcare with dedication. He is committed to thoughtful, non-violent parenting. He handles Prince and Paris with a skill and patience that puts mine to shame. And, no, they never wore masks when I was with them. Nobody I know thinks ill of Michael's parenting abilities either, even post-Bashir. Aware that I am acquainted with him, a variety of people rang me last week to say how angry they were. Have we become so cynical and paranoid, one professional man demanded, that it is impossible to love kids quite asexually without provoking suspicion? 'For Christ's sake,' he ranted, 'when I was small I had books about Noddy and Big Ears sleeping in the same bed, and nobody thought anything of it.' I have also earwigged conversations on buses and trains. Certainly, there is sniggering and bafflement over Michael's transparent fibbing about plastic surgery but the consensus is that he seems really nice, if a bit loopy. The sleepovers aside, which sound a bad - but not intrinsically evil - idea we all know where the other grounds lie for concern about Michael's parenting. First, the masks. I spent several weeks around Michael without once seeing his trademark surgical mask. One evening in London, when he came to Britain for his Oxford Union speech (which I helped him with a little) we were going out. The hotel was surrounded by fans. As we left his suite, Michael whipped out a black silk face mask. I looked quizzically at it and shrugged as if to ask 'What's that all about'? He winked, lifted the corner of the mask and whispered: 'Razzle-dazzle 'em.' And that, I think, is the explanation for the masks and those weird burkas he has been putting on the kids for public occasions. For Michael - he of the tawdry Grecian urns at hundreds of thousands of dollars a pop - this is glamour, mystique, showbiz razzle-dazzle. Think Thriller, the video. He is teaching his children, whose privacy is invaded more than that of any British royal brat, to get used to it. The same goes for the birth story, which even Michael's supporters found a little icky. For those who missed it: Michael told how he rushed Paris, his daughter, home from hospital so precipitately that she was still bloody from the birth, if not attached to her mother. Again, the problem is that owing to his own odd upbringing, he thinks such a thing is glamorous and exciting. Then again, if he is so obviously fantasising about the plastic surgery, why do we believe him about the birth? I suspect it didn't quite happen as he describes it. I take a revisionist view of the time last November that he dangled his new baby, Prince Michael ll, known as Blanket, from his Berlin hotel suite, the most famous balcony incident since Verona. I suspected then that this was something of nothing, and Bashir's footage proved it. I am amazed that intelligent writers still refer to it as an authentic dangle. The film shows it was no stunt but, at worst, a momentary error. Michael has an exceptionally athletic build and huge, strong hands. He is very confident in his physical strength. The crowd below was baying to see the baby, and he held him up at an open window, knowing how strong and capable he is. The baby wriggled awkwardly, Michael went 'whoops', and pulled Blanket safely back in before he did the child a mischief. What we saw, crucially, from the footage filmed from inside the hotel room was that there was no balcony - merely a section of railing to stop guests falling out of the tall window. Finally, there is the vibrating movement Michael made with his knee while bottle-feeding Blanket. This does worry me, although not as much as the green muslin Michael placed over the nipper's head. I imagine that was because the singer was already becoming deeply untrusting of the creepy Bashir. What worried me about the outcry over the knee is that I used to make that movement with all my babies to calm them. Most of mine cried when I stopped, and giggled when I started again. Parents make mistakes, often near-fatal ones, all the time without being investigated by social workers. If Bashir had been in Leeds in 1980, he would have caught me changing the bulb in a table lamp that was still plugged in. The phone went, and while my back was turned my stray baby daughter came within a millimetre of electrocution. To me, Michael is level-headed. While other celebrities are gullible, for instance, when it comes to such cults as Scientology and Kabbalah, he has seen them off, despite high pressure, celeb-on-celeb salesmanship from both. He is that strong in his convictions. Love her as he does, for example, he disagrees profoundly with his friend Elizabeth Taylor, the children's godmother, who believes the odd smack is all right. Michael has his own views on what is weird. He regards it as disgusting that his friend Princess Diana's children were encouraged by their father to witness the gory aftermath of a fox hunt. I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times. He talks to them as though they are adults. He will not tolerate them interrupting an adult conversation, but is unusually attuned to young voices asking questions or requesting a drink, when most of us choose to pretend slightly deafness. Abused children inevitably advertise their suffering with introversion, aggression, shyness, sullenness, distrustfulness and depression. But, neurotic, eccentric and downright flaky as their famous father is, I don't see any of the above in Prince and Paris. Michael's is an eccentric domestic arrangement, but infinitely better, I suggest, than the average experienced by Hollywood kids. Moreover, he chooses exceptionally sensible, middle-aged women as nannies. And that, I think, is the explanation for the masks and those weird burkas he has been putting on the kids for public occasions. For Michael - he of the tawdry Grecian urns at hundreds of thousands of dollars a pop - this is glamour, mystique, showbiz razzle-dazzle. Think Thriller, the video. He is teaching his children, whose privacy is invaded more than that of any British royal brat, to get used to it. The same goes for the birth story, which even Michael's supporters found a little icky. For those who missed it: Michael told how he rushed Paris, his daughter, home from hospital so precipitately that she was still bloody from the birth, if not attached to her mother. Again, the problem is that owing to his own odd upbringing, he thinks such a thing is glamorous and exciting. Then again, if he is so obviously fantasising about the plastic surgery, why do we believe him about the birth? I suspect it didn't quite happen as he describes it. I take a revisionist view of the time last November that he dangled his new baby, Prince Michael ll, known as Blanket, from his Berlin hotel suite, the most famous balcony incident since Verona. I suspected then that this was something of nothing, and Bashir's footage proved it. I am amazed that intelligent writers still refer to it as an authentic dangle. The film shows it was no stunt but, at worst, a momentary error. Michael has an exceptionally athletic build and huge, strong hands. He is very confident in his physical strength. The crowd below was baying to see the baby, and he held him up at an open window, knowing how strong and capable he is. The baby wriggled awkwardly, Michael went 'whoops', and pulled Blanket safely back in before he did the child a mischief. What we saw, crucially, from the footage filmed from inside the hotel room was that there was no balcony - merely a section of railing to stop guests falling out of the tall window. Finally, there is the vibrating movement Michael made with his knee while bottle-feeding Blanket. This does worry me, although not as much as the green muslin Michael placed over the nipper's head. I imagine that was because the singer was already becoming deeply untrusting of the creepy Bashir. What worried me about the outcry over the knee is that I used to make that movement with all my babies to calm them. Most of mine cried when I stopped, and giggled when I started again. Parents make mistakes, often near-fatal ones, all the time without being investigated by social workers. If Bashir had been in Leeds in 1980, he would have caught me changing the bulb in a table lamp that was still plugged in. The phone went, and while my back was turned my stray baby daughter came within a millimetre of electrocution. To me, Michael is level-headed. While other celebrities are gullible, for instance, when it comes to such cults as Scientology and Kabbalah, he has seen them off, despite high pressure, celeb-on-celeb salesmanship from both. He is that strong in his convictions. Love her as he does, for example, he disagrees profoundly with his friend Elizabeth Taylor, the children's godmother, who believes the odd smack is all right. Michael has his own views on what is weird. He regards it as disgusting that his friend Princess Diana's children were encouraged by their father to witness the gory aftermath of a fox hunt. I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times. He talks to them as though they are adults. He will not tolerate them interrupting an adult conversation, but is unusually attuned to young voices asking questions or requesting a drink, when most of us choose to pretend slightly deafness. Abused children inevitably advertise their suffering with introversion, aggression, shyness, sullenness, distrustfulness and depression. But, neurotic, eccentric and downright flaky as their famous father is, I don't see any of the above in Prince and Paris. Michael's is an eccentric domestic arrangement, but infinitely better, I suggest, than the average experienced by Hollywood kids. Moreover, he chooses exceptionally sensible, middle-aged women as nannies. Nobody thinks anything of it when celebrity mothers exclude fathers from their children's lives. Liz Hurley has been lionised for doing so. I would say Michael Jackson has given more thought to parenthood than most of us parents who don't suffer from the sobriquet, Wacko. go daq  | |
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I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times.
 "Macaulay Culkin's dad once walked in on Jacko sucking on a baby bottle with Culkin's then-toddler brother:_____There was Michael, sitting on the floor in the corner with my two-year-old son, Rory. Both of them, yes, both of them, sucking on baby bottles."
seriously no social service adoption would have allowed him to raise an adopted child, fortunately Debbie Row was there | |
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jn2 said: I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times.
"Macaulay Culkin's dad once walked in on Jacko sucking on a baby bottle with Culkin's then-toddler brother:_____There was Michael, sitting on the floor in the corner with my two-year-old son, Rory. Both of them, yes, both of them, sucking on baby bottles."
seriously no social service adoption would have allowed him to raise an adopted child, fortunately Debbie Row was there Lol...I would love to see your proof! Oh come on you know damn fine that its just "my star beats yours" thing going on right now! I am really having a difficulty in understanding some Prince fans behaviours...Some of them really cant take MJ coz hes the king of pop rock and soul... [snip - June7] | |
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I am really having a difficulty in understanding some Prince fans behaviours...Some of them really cant take MJ coz hes the king of pop rock and soul... 
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adoreme said: LightOfArt said
I am really having a difficulty in understanding some Prince fans behaviours...Some of them really cant take MJ coz hes the king of pop rock and soul...
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LightOfArt said: jn2 said: I saw Michael's amazing empathy with kids many times.
"Macaulay Culkin's dad once walked in on Jacko sucking on a baby bottle with Culkin's then-toddler brother:_____There was Michael, sitting on the floor in the corner with my two-year-old son, Rory. Both of them, yes, both of them, sucking on baby bottles."
seriously no social service adoption would have allowed him to raise an adopted child, fortunately Debbie Row was there Lol...I would love to see your proof! Oh come on you know damn fine that its just "my star beats yours" thing going on right now! I am really having a difficulty in understanding some Prince fans behaviours...Some of them really cant take MJ coz hes the king of pop rock and soul... Jn2, it makes me wonder who is the ass sucker of who, u know 
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OK this is not to convince anyone to believe anything, because it is obvious that some people just won´t change their minds no matter what. And since I have never met MIchael, I can´t proof or say anything about the way he raises his children. But for those who are interested here are some more opinions from people who have spent some time with Mike and his kids.
Open letter from Gregory Peck Dear Michael, You are recognized as a great artist all over the world, but very few know you as a father. We have been close friends and have known you over twenty-five years. We have spent many times together with you, Prince, Paris, and Prince Michael who all play happily with our own grandchildren. We and our children, who are of your generation, have always admired you as a loving and caring father. Your children could not have a better father. They love you and respect you. You raised them with gentleness and kindness and genuine concern for their well-being. Their joy and love are a reflection of your attention and love as a parent. Those who criticize and judge you should do well to look into theri own family life. We have seen you countless times as an attentive and devoted father, and we join your many friends who stand beside you and your family now. With love Veronique and Greg Barry Gibb: As a father of five, it was obvious to Linda and I that you were all very happy and that they love you as much as you love them. Open letter from Elizabeth Taylor: My beloved Michael, I saw all the news on TV of you showing the baby – I also saw the news on TV of you showing the baby – I also saw the tight grip you ahd under his armpits. The baby loves to b e swung around, and I know you could see the sheer part of the curtain. It´s a game for him and I know why you covered his face. All celebrity kids are shielded from being recognized for an obvious reason – they´re under constant threat from would-be kidnappers. I went through it as a child actress, Michael, and I know you did, too. Michael I have never seen a better or more loving parent. You are bringing your children up with singleminded love and manage to gently discipline them, as well. I have never seen two better behaved or lovabel children (including my own). You are an exemplary father. You would no more take a chance with your children´s safety than fly to the moon. If people could only see you with the children, and the time you spend with them, and the love. Not just pretty clothes and gifts, but pureunconditional love. And they respond so completely in kind. If only you would let people see the real you more, but I understand how shy you are and you understand also how shy I am, but we are both professionals. I did my best to keep my kids away from the public eye, and they have grown up so beautifully. I am so proud of them, and yours are kids I am proud to know. They are so beautiufl inside and out, like you. Do t ever let them get you down, Michael. You´re loved by too many, especially this kid. I love you just as much as I laways have and understand you just as much as I always have. Don´t hide. You haven´t done anything to be ashamed of. Be proud of how you are bringin up your children. God knows I am. I love you wth all my heart, and because I know you so well, I will always understand where others may not. But you now something: Screw the others! All my love Elizabeth And don´t blame me for posting only positive stuff. If you have any article from someone who knows Michael and has ever said that he is a bad father, you are free to post it. But please post some serious ones, not those stupid rumours. "When Michael Jackson is just singing and dancing, you just think this is an astonishing talent. And he has had this astounding talent all his life, but we want him to be floored as well. We really don´t like the idea that he could have it all." | |
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not those stupid rumours like the rumour that he's the biological father of his kids ( even the 3rd one) and that this situation with their invisible mama is normal? | |
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 ........ ... http://www.spinstartshere...sucks.html
...Aha got it " And the truth is...That he seemed, harmless enough" Culkin also said You left out the good part(if the story is true) Anyway this says nothing about Mikes parenting skills or anything about the molestation case...We know Mike is a weird guy | |
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LightOfArt said: : We know Mike is a weird guy
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no Uri Geller letter?  http://www.rotten.com/lib...ri-geller/ | |
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Another article I found from this guy about Michael´s parenting skills. WARNING IT´S POSITIVE AGAIN! So if you wanna hear just the negative stuff, don´t waste your time reading it.
Jonathan Margolis Thanksgiving is the biggest day of the year for American families. In every home in the United States, dinner is turkey with all the trimmings and pumpkni pie. It was at such a typical dinner that I spent Thanksgiving two years ago – but with a rather atypical American family. For the guests at my friends home in New Jersey were Michael Jackson and his five year old boy, Prince Michael The First, and three year ol girl, Paris. Yes, the same Michael Jackosn who, after dangling his youngest child, Prince Michael The Second, over a 50ft Berlin balcony, is now condemned as the world´s worst father. In spite of Jackson´s abject apology for his crazy behaviour, I am told by social workers that if the incident had happened in this country, all three of his children could´ve been taken into care. And yet, on the basis of four whole months I spent around Michael and his two elder children before and after that Thanksgiving, I came to a controverisal conclusion: Jackson isn´t the bad dad he´s portrayed to be. Not only that,but Prince Michael The First and Paris are, in my experience, among the best behaved, least spoilt and most balanced of children. During my time with the Jackosn children, I got to know them quite well. I read to them, with Paris on my lap, and Prince sitting next to me. I also told off Prince for running over my foot with a toy tractor. (He responded by politely saying sorry, and repesting the apology with the prompting from his father, who didn´t think the first sounded „sorry enough“) This was not the behaviour of the spoilt, dysfunctiounal brats I was expecting. But there were other surprises. The Jackson children of popular mythology live in isolation and are denied contact with other kids. But I have seen them play for hours with friends. The Jackson children reputedly have all their toys destroyed at the end of the day for fear of infection. But I have seen them hugging and sucking the manky, unhygienic plastic junk that all children have. I have trailed around a toy shop with Prince and Paris on one of Michael´s private shopping binges. It took place at 7pm and was broght swiftly to an end because the children´s bedtime was approaching – the were allowed just one toy each. Jackson may be neurotic, eccentric and downright flaky, but Prince and Paris are bright, confident, affectionate and cosiderate. They say Grace before meals, speak in sentences rather than monosyllabic American grunts and are forbidden, like many children, from using rude language. Prince has a solemn face, but an impish nature and a relentless curiousity. Althoug he is surrounded by staff eager to do his father´s bidding, I found no hint of arrogance in the little boys manner. Paris was tiny when I knew her, with a cute, pointy little face. She would always compete with Prince to be the first to jump on dad´s knee. Since Jackson is divorced from the children´s mother, Debbnie Rowe, they were looked after by Governess Grace on the rare occasion when Jackson wasn´t around. A Hispanic lady, who kept herself in the background, she was always watchful. I do not believe anything would excape her attention and, if she is still the nanny, I dread tp think what grief she would´ve give Jackson for the balcony nonsence. The children´s clothes seemed to be chosen by Michael in Prince´s case, with help from Governess Grace in Paris´s. On special occasions, Prince tends to be done up like a little Lord Fauntleyroy. Paris always seeemed to be wearing dainty, lacy and slightly dated velvet dresses. As a father of three, i could see Prince and Paris exchanged a healthy amount of arg-bargy that goes on between siblings. Over one meal, Prince spotted that Paris had smuggled her security blanket up to the table. „Paris has a blankey, Paris has a blankey“ he taunted. Michael pointed out that Prince really shouldn´t laugh because he had a blankey, too. The little boy look chastened and a little emabarassed at his having been revealed. Thirty seconds later, but quietly, this time, Prince started again: „Paris has a blankey, Paris has a blankey...“ Paris ignored him. Much of Jackson´s eccentricity goes back to his own father´s harsh discipline. With his own children, Michael is tough but in an infinitely more considered, humane way. He is resolutely antismacking, and somewhere inside the hay fog of whatever it is that obscures his sharp mind is a solid determination that his children should have the most normal upbringin possilbe. He is anxious in particular, that when they all hit their teens they should avoid drugs and other distractions of a showbiz background. He insists that „no means no“, but discipline must be administered without anger or yealling. When the children are naughty or unkind to one another, he favours taking things away from them and making them stand in the corner. At home in Neverland he ratiouns their toys. They are not allowed to refer to toys as „mine“ when they have friends over and have been taught that the only reason to have money is to share its benefits with others. Someowhat astonishingly, Michael claims to come down heavily on vanity. He tells how he caught Prince combing his hair in a mirror and saying „I look good.“ Michael corrected him saying „You look OK.“ Prince and Paris are also taught to be diplomatic, but never to lie. Even white lies are wrong according to their father. He prefers to teach children to „see things from a different dimension“. Prince, for instance, is afraid of turblence on aeroplanes. If you tell him he´s not on a plane but a rollercouster, Michael explains, he will know it´s a lie. But if you say we´re on a plane, but think of ti as a rollercoustaer, it becomes a matter of perspective. Michael is also hard on himself. One day when he was recording his last album, Invincible, Prince came to the studio and spilled popcorn on the floor. Michael insisted on cleaning it up himself. „It´s my son who made the mess. I´ll clean it up“ he told the bemused musicians as he got down on his hands and knees. Rabbi Schmuley Boteach, a friend of Michael, and host at Thanksgiving dinner, believes the star has a rare, instinctive empathy with children – possibly from never having grown up himself. He tells of the time his eight year old daughter got lost at Neverland. Finding her crying, his instinct was to tell her no to be silly, but Michael intervened and said: I know how you feel, I remember that happening to me when I was a little boy.“ I saw this empathy many times. Michael talks to all children as if they were adults He will not tolerate them interrupting an adult conversation but is unusually attuned to hearing a child´s voice asking a question when most of us choose to be slightly deaf. He is terrified of dogs but has bought his children a golden retriever, thinking it was wrong for him to pass on his irrational prejudice. He also dislikes making up answers to awkward questions the children ask. He likes to go to his vast private library to research the correct answer. So what was Michael Jackson doing in the now infamous balcony scene? What led a man obsessed to the point of paranoia with his children´s safety, to endanger his baby so needlessly? I can only guess he was a carrying out, in a daft way, another of his principles that children should be taught not to be afraid of anything. He told me at dinner that he is in love with danger, but didn´t know why. It is hard to see his explanation carrying much weight with the social workers Michael may face if anything like the Berlin incident happens again. But perhaps they could take notice of a part of the speech he made about childhood and his children last year at Oxford University: „What if they grow older and resent me, and how my choices impacted their youth? Why weren´t we given a normal childhood like all the other kids? They might ask. And at that moment I pray that my children will give me the benefit of the doubt. That they will say to themselves: „Our daddy did the best he could, given the unique circumstances he faced. I hope, he concluded, that they wil always focus on the positive things, on the sacrifices I willingly made for them, and not criticise the things they had to give up, or the errors I´v e made, and will certainly continue to make in raising them. For we all have been someone´s child, and we know that despite the very best of pland and efforts, mistakes will always occur. That´s just being human.“ "When Michael Jackson is just singing and dancing, you just think this is an astonishing talent. And he has had this astounding talent all his life, but we want him to be floored as well. We really don´t like the idea that he could have it all." | |
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sawah said: represented by highly respected lawyer Gloria Allred
that money hunting bi**h | |
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To everyone who doesn´t believe that MJ´s children are his,
I have a question. What makes yout think so? Is it because of the way his kids look or because you don´t believe that MJ could concieve a child? I am not going to try to convince you of the opposite although I believe that they are his, call me naive, whatever, because I can´t prove anything, we just have different opinions but I am just curious to know the answer to this question. "When Michael Jackson is just singing and dancing, you just think this is an astonishing talent. And he has had this astounding talent all his life, but we want him to be floored as well. We really don´t like the idea that he could have it all." | |
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dag greg pecks been dead for months now where did u get that article with those letters from | |
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dag said: To everyone who doesn´t believe that MJ´s children are his,
I have a question. What makes yout think so? Is it because of the way his kids look or because you don´t believe that MJ could concieve a child? I am not going to try to convince you of the opposite although I believe that they are his, call me naive, whatever, because I can´t prove anything, we just have different opinions but I am just curious to know the answer to this question. Because his eldest son is a caucasian, white haired boy. Because MJ has not, in my opinion shown any genuine healthy interest in women sexually. (That kiss with Lisa-Marie....*shiver*) I believe that he paid Debbie Rowe for the children. I don't believe that they are his biologically and if they are they were not conceived in the normal manner. As for raising them, I believe he has some bizarre views on parenting and has made some heinous mistakes. The end. | |
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this Jonathan Margolis has written a pro Uri Geller book (fake psychic real swindler )http://www.uri-geller.com/margrev.htm, that tells a lot about his credibility.. | |
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LightOfArt said: adoreme said: LightOfArt said
I am really having a difficulty in understanding some Prince fans behaviours...Some of them really cant take MJ coz hes the king of pop rock and soul...
Not any more.... ...according to you Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder and/or James Brown are much more deserving of the title "King of Soul". Christ, what's next - Janet's the Queen Of Soul? Let's get real. Michael is a pop star. He is not kingofeveryfuckingmusicgenrethatexists. [This message was edited Tue Jun 1 10:17:25 2004 by VoicesCarry] | |
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VoicesCarry said: LightOfArt said: ...according to you Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder and/or James Brown are much more deserving of the title "King of Soul". Christ, what's next - Janet's the Queen Of Soul? Let's get real. Michael is a pop star. He is not kingofeveryfuckingmusicgenrethatexists. [This message was edited Tue Jun 1 10:17:25 2004 by VoicesCarry] ok lets say king of "pop" music if it will make u happy and calm u down | |
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