I am a fountain of knowledge and links today <!-- s:D -->:D<!-- s:D -->
I have been horrified by what I have read here.
ie....someone from her gang actually pushed Paris to reach Michael
SDG saying she was one of the only people Michael trusted with his children. This is scarey. The kids are not safe around the likes of these so called fans.
I think everyone should take time-as its quite long- to read it and realise what we/Michael/the world are dealing with.
Like I said i another post,they can be dangerous,pushing Paris only proves that further.
SDG is a dillusional mess of a person.
I am a fountain of knowledge and links today <!-- s:D -->:D<!-- s:D -->
I have been horrified by what I have read here.
ie....someone from her gang actually pushed Paris to reach Michael
SDG saying she was one of the only people Michael trusted with his children. This is scarey. The kids are not safe around the likes of these so called fans.
I think everyone should take time-as its quite long- to read it and realise what we/Michael/the world are dealing with.
Like I said i another post,they can be dangerous,pushing Paris only proves that further.
SDG is a dillusional mess of a person.
I found it VERY interesting that someone referred to TINI as a hoax. Man, we are surrounded by hoaxes.
Miriam please you make me smile <!-- s:) -->:)<!-- s:) -->
Good!! at last i make you smile!! <!-- s:) -->:)<!-- s:) --> <!-- s --><!-- s -->
Because you know how smart you are <!-- s --><!-- s --> !
I don't know if we are all smart here of if we are all the most stupid creatures in the univers....but in your heart you know the truth Miriam.
I am a fountain of knowledge and links today <!-- s:D -->:D<!-- s:D -->
I have been horrified by what I have read here.
ie....someone from her gang actually pushed Paris to reach Michael
SDG saying she was one of the only people Michael trusted with his children. This is scarey. The kids are not safe around the likes of these so called fans.
I think everyone should take time-as its quite long- to read it and realise what we/Michael/the world are dealing with.
Like I said i another post,they can be dangerous,pushing Paris only proves that further.
SDG is a dillusional mess of a person.
I found it VERY interesting that someone referred to TINI as a hoax. Man, we are surrounded by hoaxes.
The actions and behaviour of the TINI group are so bizarre that must be a hoax <!-- s --><!-- s --> it can´t be true <!-- s --><!-- s -->
I wouldn't be so sure about that...
My trip to Neverland, and the call from Michael Jackson I'll never forget, by Paul Theroux
After the eminent American writer was given a rare tour of Michael Jackson's fabled ranch, the singer telephoned him in the early hours for a chat. Here, Paul Theroux recalls an unguarded conversation that touched on fame, childhood and Biblical betrayal.
Paul Theroux
Published: 11:22PM BST 27 Jun 2009
An aerial view of the Neverland Ranch in Santa Ynez. Photo: EPA
I heard the news today, oh boy, that Michael Jackson had a heart attack – and died of cardiac arrest, at the age of 50, in Los Angeles. I am reminded of a long conversation I had with him at four o'clock one morning, and of my visit to Neverland. The visit came first, the conversation a few weeks later, on the phone.
Neverland, a toytown wilderness of carnival rides and doll houses and zoo animals and pleasure gardens, lay inside a magnificent gateway on a side road in a rural area beyond Santa Barbara. Nosing around, I saw pinned to the wall of the sentry post an array of strange faces, some of them mugshots, all of them undesirables, with names and captions such as "Believes she is married to Mr Jackson" and "Might be armed" and "Has been loitering near gate".
A road lined with life-sized bronzed statuary – skipping boys, gamboling animals – led past an artificial lake and a narrow-gauge railway to Michael's house. Neverland occupied an entire 3,000-acre valley, yet very little of it was devoted to human habitation – just the main house with its dark shingles and mullioned windows, and a three-bedroom guesthouse. The rest was given over to a railway terminus, Katharine Station, named after Jackson's mother, a formidable security headquarters, various funhouses, a cinema (with windowed bedrooms instead of balcony seats), and almost indefinable sites, one with teepees like an Indian camp.
And sprawling over many acres, the Jackson zoo of bad-tempered animals. The giraffes were understandably skittish. In another enclosure, rocking on its thick legs, was Gypsy, a moody five-ton elephant, which Elizabeth Taylor had given as a present to Michael. The elephant seemed to be afflicted with the rage of heightened musth. "Don't go anywhere near him," the keeper warned me.
In the reptile house, with its frisbee-shaped frogs and fat pythons, both a cobra and a rattlesnake had smashed their fangs against the glass of their cage trying to bite me. The llamas spat at me, as llamas do, but even in the ape sanctuary, "AJ", a big bristly, shovel-mouthed chimp, had spat in my face, and Patrick the orang-utan had tried to twist my hand. "And don't go anywhere near him, either."
In the wider part of the valley, the empty fairground rides were active – twinkling, musical – but empty: Sea Dragon, the Neverland Dodgem cars, the Neverland carrousel playing Michael's own song, Childhood ("Has anyone seen my childhood?…"). Even the lawns and flower beds were playing music; loudspeakers disguised as big, grey rocks buzzed with showtunes, filling the valley with unstoppable Muzak that drowned the chirping of wild birds. In the middle of it, a Jumbotron, its screen the size of a drive-in movie, showed a cartoon, two crazy-faced creatures quacking miserably at each other – all of this very bright in the cloudless California dusk, not a soul watching.
Later that day, I boarded a helicopter with Elizabeth Taylor – I was at Neverland interviewing her – and flew over the valley. It says something for Miss Taylor's much-criticised voice that I could hear her clearly over the helicopter noise. Girlish, imploring, piercing, the loud yack-yack-yack of the titanium rotor blades, she clutched her dog, a Maltese named Sugar, and screamed: "Paul, tell the pilot to go around in a circle, so we can see the whole ranch!"
Even without my relaying the message – even with his ears muffled by headphones – her voice knifed through to the pilot. He lifted us high enough into the peach-coloured sunset so that Neverland seemed even more toy-like.
"That's the gazebo, where Larry [Fortensky, her seventh husband] and I tied the knot," Elizabeth said, moving her head in an ironising wobble. Sugar blinked through prettily-combed white bangs which somewhat resembled Elizabeth's own white hair. "Isn't the railway station darling? Over there is where Michael and I have picnics," and she indicated a clump of woods on a cliff. "Can we go around one more time?"
Neverland Valley revolved slowly beneath us, the shadows lengthening from the pinky-gold glow slipping from the sky.
Even though no rain had fallen for months, the acres of lawns watered by underground sprinklers were deep green. Here and there, like toy soldiers, uniformed security people patrolled on foot, or on golf carts; some stood sentry duty – for Neverland was also a fortress.
"What's that railway station for?" I asked.
"The sick children."
"And all those rides?"
"The sick children."
"Look at all those tents…" Hidden in the woods, it was my first glimpse at the collection of tall teepees.
"The Indian village. The sick children love that place."
From this height, I could see that this valley of laboriously recaptured childhood pleasure was crammed with more statuary than I'd seen from ground level. Lining the gravel roads and the golf-cart paths were little winsome bronzes of flute players, rows of grateful, grinning kiddies, clusters of hand-holding tots, some with banjos, some with fishing rods; and large bronze statues, too, like the centrepiece of the circular drive in front of Michael's house, a statue of Mercury (god of merchandise and merchants), rising 30 feet, with winged helmet and caduceus, and all balanced on one tippy-toe, the last of the syrupy sunset lingering on his big bronze buttocks, making his bum look like a buttered muffin.
The house at Neverland was filled with images, many of them depicting Michael life-sized, elaborately costumed, in heroic poses with cape, sword, ruffed collar, crown. The rest were an example of a sort of obsessive iconography: images of Elizabeth Taylor, Diana Ross, Marilyn Monroe and Charlie Chaplin – and for that matter of Mickey Mouse and Peter Pan, all of whom, over the years, in what is less a life than a metamorphosis, he had come physically to resemble.
"So you're Wendy and Michael is Peter?" I had asked Elizabeth Taylor afterwards.
"Yeah. Yeah. There's a kind of magic between us."
The friendship started when, out of the blue, Michael offered her tickets for one of his Thriller Tour concerts – indeed, she asked for 14 tickets. But the seats were in a glass-enclosed VIP box, so far from the stage "you might as well have been watching it on TV". Instead of staying, she led her large party home.
Hearing that she'd left the concert early, Michael called the next day in tears apologising for the bad seats. He stayed on the line, they talked for two hours. And then they talked every day. Weeks passed, the calls continued. Months went by. "Really, we got to know each other on the telephone, over three months."
One day Michael suggested that he might drop by. Elizabeth said fine. He said: "May I bring my chimpanzee?" Elizabeth said, "Sure. I love animals." Michael showed up holding hands with the chimp, Bubbles.
"We have been steadfast ever since," Elizabeth said.
"Do you see much of Michael?"
"More of him than people realise – more than I realise," she said. They went in disguise to movies in Los Angeles cinemas, sitting in the back, holding hands. Before I could frame a more particular question, she said: "I love him. There's a vulnerability inside him which makes him the more dear. We have such fun together. Just playing."
Or role-playing – her Wendy to his Peter. In the hallway of her house, a large Michael Jackson portrait was inscribed "To my True Love Elizabeth. I'll love you Forever, Michael".
She gave him a live elephant. Dr Arnie Klein, his dermatologist, showed me a birthday snapshot taken in Las Vegas, Michael looking distinctly chalky as he presented Elizabeth with a birthday present, an elephant-shaped bauble, football-sized, covered in jewels.
What began as a friendship with Michael Jackson developed into a kind of cause in which Elizabeth Taylor became almost his only defender.
"What about his" – and I fished for a word – "eccentricity? Does that bother you?"
"He is magic. And I think all truly magical people have to have that genuine eccentricity." There is not an atom in her consciousness that allows her the slightest negativity on the subject of Jacko. "He is one of the most loving, sweet, true people I have ever loved. He is part of my heart. And we would do anything for each other."
This Wendy with a vengeance, who was a wealthy and world-famous pre-adolescent, supporting her parents from the age of nine, said she easily related to Michael, who was also a child star, and denied a childhood, as well as viciously abused by his father. There was a "Katherine" steam engine, and a "Katherine Street" at Neverland; there was no "Joseph Street", nor anything bearing his father's name.
'He'll talk to you if I ask him to," Elizabeth had told me. And at a prearranged signal, Michael called me, at four one morning. There was no secretarial intervention of "Mr Jackson on the line". The week's supermarket tabloids' headlines were "Jacko on suicide watch" and "Jacko in loony bin", and one with a South Africa dateline, "Wacko Jacko King of Pop Parasails with 13-year-old". In fact, he was in New York City, where he was recording a new album. This was 10 years ago.
My phone rang and I heard: "This is Michael Jackson." The voice was breathy, unbroken, boyish – tentative, yet tremulously eager and helpful, not the voice of a 40-year-old. In contrast to this lilting sound, its substance was denser, like a blind child giving you explicit directions in darkness.
"How would you describe Elizabeth?" I asked.
"She's a warm cuddly blanket that I love to snuggle up to and cover myself with. I can confide in her and trust her. In my business, you can't trust anyone."
"Why is that?"
"Because you don't know who's your friend. Because you're so popular, and there's so many people around you. You're isolated, too. Becoming successful means that you become a prisoner. You can't go out and do normal things. People are always looking at what you're doing."
"Have you had that experience?"
"Oh, lots of times. They try to see what you're reading, and all the things you're buying. They want to know everything. There are always paparazzi downstairs. They invade my privacy. They twist reality. They're my nightmare. Elizabeth is someone who loves me – really loves me."
"I suggested to her that she was Wendy and you're Peter."
"But Elizabeth is also like a mother – and more than that. She's a friend. She's Mother Teresa, Princess Diana, the Queen of England and Wendy. We have great picnics. It's so wonderful to be with her. I can really relax with her, because we've lived the same life and experienced the same thing."
"Which is?"
"The great tragedy of childhood stars. We like the same things. Circuses. Amusement parks. Animals."
And there was their shared fame and isolation.
"It makes people do strange things. A lot of our famous luminaries become intoxicated because of it – they can't handle it. And your adrenaline is at the zenith of the universe after a concert – you can't sleep. It's maybe two in the morning and you're wide awake. After coming off stage, you're floating."
"How do you handle that?"
"I watch cartoons. I love cartoons. I play video games. Sometimes I read."
"You mean you read books?"
"Yeah. I love to read short stories and everything."
"Any in particular?"
"Somerset Maugham," he said quickly, and then, pausing at each name: "Whitman. Hemingway. Twain."
"What about those video games?"
"I love X-Man. Pinball. Jurassic Park. The martial arts ones – Mortal Kombat."
"I played some of the video games at Neverland," I said. "There was an amazing one called Beast Buster."
"Oh, yeah, that's great. I pick each game. That one's maybe too violent, though. I usually take some with me on tour."
"How do you manage that? The video game machines are pretty big, aren't they?"
"Oh, we travel with two cargo planes."
"Have you written any songs with Elizabeth in mind?"
"Childhood."
"Is that the one with the line, 'Has anyone seen my childhood?'"
"Yes. It goes…", and he liltingly recited "Before you judge me, try to…", and then sang the rest.
"Didn't I hear that playing on your merry-go-round at Neverland?"
Delightedly, he said, "Yes! Yes!"
He went on about childhood, how, like Elizabeth, as a child star he used to support his family.
"I was a child supporting my family. My father took the money. Some of the money was put aside for me, but a lot of the money was put back into the entire family. I was just working the whole time."
"So you didn't have a childhood, then – you lost it. If you had it to do again how would you change things?"
"Even though I missed out on a lot, I wouldn't change anything."
"I can hear your little kids in the background." The gurgling had become insistent, like a plug-hole in a flood. "If they wanted to be performers and lead the life you led, what would you say?"
"They can do whatever they want to do. If they want to do that, it's okay."
"How will you raise them differently from the way you were raised?"
"With more fun. More love. Not so isolated."
"Elizabeth says she finds it painful to look back on her life. Do you find it hard to do that?"
"No, not when it's pertaining to an overview of your life rather than any particular moment."
This oblique and somewhat bookish form of expression was a surprise to me – another Michael Jackson surprise. He had made me pause with "intoxicated" and "zenith of the universe", too. I said: "I'm not too sure what you mean by 'overview'."
"Like childhood. I can look at that. The arc of my childhood."
"But there's some moment in childhood when you feel particularly vulnerable. Did you feel that? Elizabeth said that she felt she was owned by the studio."
"Sometimes really late at night we'd have to go out – it might be three in the morning – to do a show. My father forced us. He would get us up. I was seven or eight. Some of these were clubs or private parties at people's houses. We'd have to perform." This was in Chicago, New York, Indiana, Philadelphia, he added – all over the country. "I'd be sleeping and I'd hear my father. 'Get up! There's a show!' "
"But when you were on stage, didn't you get a kind of thrill?"
"Yes. I loved being on stage. I loved doing the shows."
"What about the other side of the business – if someone came up after the show, did you feel awkward?"
"I didn't like it. I've never liked people-contact. Even to this day, after a show, I hate it, meeting people. It makes me shy. I don't know what to say."
"But you did that Oprah interview, right?
"With Oprah it was tough. Because it was on TV – on TV, it's out of my realm. I know that everyone is looking and judging. It's so hard."
"Is this a recent feeling – that you're under scrutiny?"
"No," he said firmly, "I have always felt that way."
"Even when you were seven or eight?"
"I'm not happy doing it."
"Which I suppose is why talking to Elizabeth over a period of two or three months on the phone would be the perfect way to get acquainted. Or doing what we're doing right now."
"Yes."
At some point Michael's use of the phrase "lost childhood" prompted me to quote the line from George William Russell, "In the lost boyhood of Judas / Christ was betrayed", and I heard "Wow" at the other end of the line. He asked me to explain what that meant, and when I did, he urged me to elaborate. What sort of a childhood did Judas have? What had happened to him? Where had he lived? Who had he known?
I told him that Judas had red hair, that he was the treasurer of the Apostles, that he might have been Sicarii – a member of a radical Jewish group, that he might not have died by hanging himself but somehow exploded, all his guts flying.
Twenty more minutes of Biblical apocrypha with Michael Jackson, on the lost childhood of Judas, and then the whisper again.
"Wow."
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
Your opinion is that the group of TINI is actually telling the truth and not merely stalking and making up stories?
Not sure if you are asking me, but I think TINI could very well be a real group of stalkers and making up stories.
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
Nosing around, I saw pinned to the wall of the sentry post an array of strange faces, some of them mugshots, all of them undesirables, with names and captions such as "Believes she is married to Mr Jackson" and "Might be armed" and "Has been loitering near gate".
Now more than ever I ask myself why did MJ or the body guards let SDG & company be near MJ at all.
After reading all of those articles the picture i get is women (in this case) being 24/7 outside MJ´s gate. So tragic for every one. For them and for Michael.
The same applies to papparazzis, satanding outside his gates waiting for the flash light.
I am so appreciating that I am not that famous. I think I would have an egg battle towards all the stalkers outside my home.
I talked about this last August I remember. How could the law change to "protect" people´s privacy.
In deed, it has to do with re-education. Fanatic behaviour spreads by asimilation of the feelings. If one get´s excited, the next also gets, and becomes like a domino effect.
Just a question. Do you think that those stalker groups are being supported economically by some body who wants toharm Michael?
Maybe that we can say that some people are just evil and that they love to do evil things. Evil does exist and people do it consciously, so even stating the mental issue is giving them an excuse now that I think more about it.
I watched some of the videos of SDG and ,well, one broke my heart. Is about a cat that was resqued and then put down.
She is a photographer. What if she was stalking to get a pic to sell it?
Does she have any good/professional/magazine worthy shots though?As far as I can tell..no.She has her photoshopped ones with Michael and that is all.I don't think she got close enough...and if that quote above is true about the mugshots then I'm sure someone made sure she never got any sort of picture.
Maybe that we can say that some people are just evil and that they love to do evil things. Evil does exist and people do it consciously, so even stating the mental issue is giving them an excuse now that I think more about it.
Some people are indeed evil!
But because I believe in GOD, I see the GOOD in people before I see the BAD. Love comes FIRST always! Objectivity in assessing information comes SECOND!
I have also found this video when MJ went shopping in LA in 2008 (Think) which shows the disgusting stalking behaviour of paparazzi. How MJ remained so polite is beyond me! I would rather do it the Mick Jagger way!
[youtube:2pv2h0ve]
And Finally this is a video of MJ arriving back at his hotel in London in March 2009. Here are plenty more of "stalking" fans, mobbing him. They even mobbed him when he went to the theatre with his children... I really struggle with this type of behaviour... Fans think that they are showing appreciation!
[youtube:2pv2h0ve]
Things can definitely be different, and as there are a number of different "fans/privacy" issues, there will also be different remedies... I firmly believe that all problems have got a solution! <!-- s;) -->;)<!-- s;) --> I hope Michael believes so as well!
Miriam please you make me smile <!-- s:) -->:)<!-- s:) -->
Good!! at last i make you smile!! <!-- s:) -->:)<!-- s:) --> <!-- s --><!-- s -->
Because you know how smart you are <!-- s --><!-- s --> !
I don't know if we are all smart here of if we are all the most stupid creatures in the univers....but in your heart you know the truth Miriam.
well my friend...all i know is almost all the time i cant understand what is happening... <!-- s:roll: -->:roll:<!-- s:roll: -->
I am a fountain of knowledge and links today <!-- s:D -->:D<!-- s:D -->
I have been horrified by what I have read here.
ie....someone from her gang actually pushed Paris to reach Michael
SDG saying she was one of the only people Michael trusted with his children. This is scarey. The kids are not safe around the likes of these so called fans.
I think everyone should take time-as its quite long- to read it and realise what we/Michael/the world are dealing with.
Like I said i another post,they can be dangerous,pushing Paris only proves that further.
SDG is a dillusional mess of a person.
Totally agree with you. Dangerous for the children.
OMG!!! The second video was horrible, i felt dizzy and sick too watching it from outside, i can imagine how Michael and the children would have felt, it was insane.
Souza thank you for posting that interview, I wish i have more time to read ... Later at home I hope to have some time to read it all.
TheRunningGirl thank you for the videos. I understand Michael is the most fascinating artist but those people are shameless. I wish they treat him with the respect he deserves because pushing him, coming over him all of them at the same time doesn't show love or appreciation for Michael, but an extreme lack of respect. They only care about themselves, to get to see him from close, to touch him or God knows what else they want.... How can this satisfy them?
I am sorry for Michael.... he can't push away his fans but he can't meet their crazy demands either... I think he felt trapped somehow ....
Michael I am sorry.... I wish people to understand your position in this, to think how you feel for a change
Dear God, the second video made me feeling so sorry for Michael.I understand that he is a megastar, and everybody want's to touch him, hug him but this is horrible to scream like that .I could never act like that, he is human too, he has feelings and this fans that act like that .... <!-- s:shock: -->:shock:<!-- s:shock: --> I think this is to much.I would be in shock if i will ever have the chance to meet him but i would never scream like that or follow him around.He deserves his privacy more that anyone in the world.Poor MJ, he could never go to a store, on the street or whatever...without this people jumping to touch him. <!-- s --><!-- s --> This is not the way to act if you love a musician, actor or a celebrity, this is sick.
Dear God, the second video made me feeling so sorry for Michael.I understand that he is a megastar, and everybody want's to touch him, hug him but this is horrible to scream like that .I could never act like that, he is human too, he has feelings and this fans that act like that .... <!-- s:shock: -->:shock:<!-- s:shock: --> I think this is to much.I would be in shock if i will ever have the chance to meet him but i would never scream like that or follow him around.He deserves his privacy more that anyone in the world.Poor MJ, he could never go to a store, on the street or whatever...without this people jumping to touch him. <!-- s --><!-- s --> This is not the way to act if you love a musician, actor or a celebrity, this is sick.
Yes! Horrible behaviour! This is so hard to see people in so called civilised countries behaving this way - Why should fame and talent deserve so little respect? Those fans would have got so much more from him if they had treated him like a human being, with the respect he was due. And his poor little kids trapped in the middle of this chaos.
I wonder what the average IQ of such a mob may be? Lower than George Bush probably and maybe close to 0... hum! It says it all!
2 more videos to complete the set:
1. Arrival at the Theatre in London with Prince & Paris
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2. Still photos of the arrival at the Theatre in London
Things can definitely be different, and as there are a number of different "fans/privacy" issues, there will also be different remedies... I firmly believe that all problems have got a solution! <!-- s;) -->;)<!-- s;) --> I hope Michael believes so as well!
With L.O.V.E
Watching this video after all the teaching from this thread makes me feel somehow detached of it now, like I suddenly became objective and able to put aside my emotions.
When Michael comes around people get mad, simply mad. They don't seem to think like rational beings or to care for decency anymore. They become a crowd of crazies who can't control themselves. And they all "love" Michael...they "love" Michael so much that they almost kill him.
Things can definitely be different, and as there are a number of different "fans/privacy" issues, there will also be different remedies... I firmly believe that all problems have got a solution! <!-- s;) -->;)<!-- s;) --> I hope Michael believes so as well!
With L.O.V.E
Watching this video after all the teaching from this thread makes me feel somehow detached of it now, like I suddenly became objective and able to put aside my emotions.
When Michael comes around people get mad, simply mad. They don't seem to think like rational beings or to care for decency anymore. They become a crowd of crazies who can't control themselves. And they all "love" Michael...they "love" Michael so much that they almost kill him.
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I think everyone should take time-as its quite long- to read it and realise what we/Michael/the world are dealing with.
Like I said i another post,they can be dangerous,pushing Paris only proves that further.
SDG is a dillusional mess of a person.
Good!! at last i make you smile!! <!-- s:) -->:)<!-- s:) --> <!-- s
Because you know how smart you are <!-- s
I don't know if we are all smart here of if we are all the most stupid creatures in the univers....but in your heart you know the truth Miriam.
It's a massive head fu@#!!lol
I wouldn't be so sure about that...
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."Not sure if you are asking me, but I think TINI could very well be a real group of stalkers and making up stories.
"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."I Truly hope under this was SDG's 'mugshot'.
Now more than ever I ask myself why did MJ or the body guards let SDG & company be near MJ at all.
After reading all of those articles the picture i get is women (in this case) being 24/7 outside MJ´s gate. So tragic for every one. For them and for Michael.
The same applies to papparazzis, satanding outside his gates waiting for the flash light.
I am so appreciating that I am not that famous. I think I would have an egg battle towards all the stalkers outside my home.
I talked about this last August I remember. How could the law change to "protect" people´s privacy.
In deed, it has to do with re-education. Fanatic behaviour spreads by asimilation of the feelings. If one get´s excited, the next also gets, and becomes like a domino effect.
Just a question. Do you think that those stalker groups are being supported economically by some body who wants toharm Michael?
She is a photographer. What if she was stalking to get a pic to sell it?
Does she have any good/professional/magazine worthy shots though?As far as I can tell..no.She has her photoshopped ones with Michael and that is all.I don't think she got close enough...and if that quote above is true about the mugshots then I'm sure someone made sure she never got any sort of picture.
Must suck being a flea.
Some people are indeed evil!
But because I believe in GOD, I see the GOOD in people before I see the BAD. Love comes FIRST always! Objectivity in assessing information comes SECOND!
On my research for further supporting information , I have found another Blog that further verifies what has been discussed on this thread about KF - This is the link below as the Blog is quite long:
http://www.lipstickalley.com/f227/michael-jackson-fans-hate-karen-faye-222641/index4.html
I have also found this video when MJ went shopping in LA in 2008 (Think) which shows the disgusting stalking behaviour of paparazzi. How MJ remained so polite is beyond me! I would rather do it the Mick Jagger way!
[youtube:2pv2h0ve]
And Finally this is a video of MJ arriving back at his hotel in London in March 2009. Here are plenty more of "stalking" fans, mobbing him. They even mobbed him when he went to the theatre with his children... I really struggle with this type of behaviour... Fans think that they are showing appreciation!
[youtube:2pv2h0ve]
Things can definitely be different, and as there are a number of different "fans/privacy" issues, there will also be different remedies... I firmly believe that all problems have got a solution! <!-- s;) -->;)<!-- s;) --> I hope Michael believes so as well!
With L.O.V.E
well my friend...all i know is almost all the time i cant understand what is happening... <!-- s:roll: -->:roll:<!-- s:roll: -->
TheRunningGirl thank you for the videos. I understand Michael is the most fascinating artist but those people are shameless. I wish they treat him with the respect he deserves because pushing him, coming over him all of them at the same time doesn't show love or appreciation for Michael, but an extreme lack of respect. They only care about themselves, to get to see him from close, to touch him or God knows what else they want.... How can this satisfy them?
I am sorry for Michael.... he can't push away his fans but he can't meet their crazy demands either... I think he felt trapped somehow ....
Michael I am sorry.... I wish people to understand your position in this, to think how you feel for a change
Yes! Horrible behaviour! This is so hard to see people in so called civilised countries behaving this way - Why should fame and talent deserve so little respect? Those fans would have got so much more from him if they had treated him like a human being, with the respect he was due. And his poor little kids trapped in the middle of this chaos.
I wonder what the average IQ of such a mob may be? Lower than George Bush probably and maybe close to 0... hum! It says it all!
2 more videos to complete the set:
1. Arrival at the Theatre in London with Prince & Paris
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2. Still photos of the arrival at the Theatre in London
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With L.O.V.E
Watching this video after all the teaching from this thread makes me feel somehow detached of it now, like I suddenly became objective and able to put aside my emotions.
When Michael comes around people get mad, simply mad. They don't seem to think like rational beings or to care for decency anymore. They become a crowd of crazies who can't control themselves. And they all "love" Michael...they "love" Michael so much that they almost kill him.
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