Leno Get License To Call Jacko A Wacko
Let's look at this with the caring, compassionate eyes of 2005 America (yes, I am kidding). Michael Jackson is a deeply disturbed product of an allegedly abusive father (Svengali, anyone?) who became pretty famous at about 5 and later became the most famous person on the planet. Think about that for a second. You're Michael Jackson and out of 6.5 billion people, more of them know who you are than anyone else. More people know you than the Pope. More Americans know who you are than know who the president is.
Now, let's all go make fun of him, ok? Oh, please. This is a pathetic man who is the product of an upbringing none of us can imagine and who needs serious psychological help. I'm not trying to belittle the crimes of which he is accused nor the many victims of sexual abuse around the world. If you want to paint him as a cold-calculating villain, go ahead. I disagree, but that's your right. But the key question here is...where's the funny? Why is a child molestation trial even remotely humorous, regardless of who is accused? How about we save our ridicule for those who deserve it? Like the president who appointed an ambassador to the UN who hates the UN. Or the people who continue to watch Yes, Dear, The Swan and the new hit reality show, Americas Biggest Pants Poopers. Or how about we ridicule the media that covers things like the Michael Jackson trial, Martha Stewart's post-jailhouse coffee thoughts or, well, Billy Bush?
P.S. There is no such thing as Americas Biggest Pants Poopers, but I bet it would be a big hit.

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