“PORN” found in Michael Jackson´s home. LAST REMARK


  by Helena on vindicatemj.wordpress.com


July 15th, 2010

Now that the police “evidence” list is over I’ve searched my memory for its main points and suddenly realized that “The Golden Age of Neglect” book with all its pictures of extreme adolescent behavior would simply not get out of my mind. Funny how the police want you to focus on one thing and your brain gets stuck to something quite different… Neglected children were surely a sore point with Michael and this is probably why this book produces such a lasting impression out of the whole list. Michael was the best daddy one could ever have as his daughter Paris tearfully said it as a farewell to her father. Her mother Debby Rowe marveled at Michael’s exceptional parental abilities too saying, “He feeds him [Prince]. He changes his diapers, he reads to him, he sings to him. If he’s on the phone, the baby is in his arms. If he’s having a meeting, the baby is there. He takes naps with him. He is there, I don’t need to be there. I don’t need to be there because Michael is. I’d have nothing to do”.


See this article for the above quote and how the young and old Jacksons are doing now: Michael Jackson: A Mother´s Story This “neglect” book reminded me of one great song written and composed by Michael during the Invincible era (Oct.2001). I think it should be posted here as Michael Jackson’s own remark on the so-called “porn” found in his home and the issues which were really crucial to him.

Forget all that ‘grooming’ gibberish from the police and listen to the thoughts which were REALLY on Michael’s mind (at about the same time the police were making their ridiculous list):



We pray for our fathers, pray for our mothers
Wishing our families well
We sing songs for the wishing, of those who are kissing
But not for the missing So this one’s for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home



When you sit there addressing, counting your blessings
Biding your time
When you lay me down sleeping and my heart is
weeping
Because I’m keeping a place

For all the lost children
This is for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children, wishing them well
And wishing them home



Home with their fathers,
Snug close and warm, loving their mothers
I see the door simply wide open
But no one can find thee


So pray for all the lost children
Let’s pray for all the lost children
Just think of all the lost children, wishing them well
This is for all the lost children
This one’s for all the lost children
Just think of all the lost children
Wishing them well, and wishing them home….





Thank you Helena for your generosity sharing your investigation!







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