Fancy The Third

Short but sweet today. I have arrived at my judgement on Michael Jackson. The man is guilty. I have never seen such a farcically poor bit of acting, the contrived costume, the theatrical expression of pain — more reminiscent of Jonathan Harris', Dr Zachary Smith: oh, the pain, the pain ... than anything else I have seen in many a decade — the histrionic 90mph limo dash (pwease massa doan confooz me wid dat udder naughty bwack man!). The sooner they lock the up the sick creep the better, because he is making a mockery of the law ... at least OJ Simpson had the guts to face his accusers.