MJJ Was Lied On

What kind of world do we live in where people take advantage of your hard work by lieing on you and saying you are a child molester. I never though I would live in America and still experience the evil face of racism. MJJ was called to help those who could not help themseves and then he was slapped in the face by a demon from hell. See the devil uses people who are first poor, jealous and not saved. If the two people who took money from MJJ are still alive then they should apologize and the give the money they stole from him to charity. Oh, by the way MJJ always gives money away. So those of you who said MJJ took the easy way out by giving those snakes millions of dollars. What do you think he should have done. He knew those people only wanted money so as Mjj advisors advised he gave them money. I Tim:6:10
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after.




This is an article I found from a man who had some things to say about MJ.
I decided to post his article on my Blog.



I was wrong about Michael Jackson.

Jackson was born less than a year after me, so we grew up together but separately. I really liked what little Jackson 5 music I could pick up from the weak radio and fuzzy TV signals we received in our isolated village on the Canadian border in Idaho. I graduated from high school in 1975 as the Jackson 5 were beginning to fade from the music scene.
By the time Jackson released his gigantically successful solo album "Thriller" in 1982, I had already converted to what I only realized later was conservative/fundamentalist Christianity. This flavor of Christianity expected me to approach "secular society" the same way I did skunks in Idaho - the second something smells funny, run.
To keep God from getting mad and possibly wiping me out with the rest of the wicked sinners around me, I had to protect myself from evil. That meant doing things for my demanding God, like attending church as often as possible, only listening to Christian music and reading Christian books and steering clear of the devil's tools, such as tobacco, alcohol, cussing and cable TV. Needless to say, I never got within a hymnal's throw of pop culture; especially the "King of Pop."
Because I never listened to Jackson's music or watched his videos all I knew about him were factoids delivered to me by legalistic religious pundits who miraculously were able to study Jackson without having their lives destroyed. The pictures and video clips they showed of Michael grabbing his crotch and dressing up like a demon zombie confirmed that he was running with the devil.
For nearly a decade, I carried an inner disgust for Jackson and used him as Exhibit A for all that is wrong with society and why God's judgment is coming to Earth. Yet, while conservative pastors like me were telling folks to reject him, Jackson was selling an astonishing 750 million records.
I've long since discovered that I can listen to any music and not become demon possessed. Still, by the time I started expanding my horizon, Jackson's star was once again fading and he was turning into a magnet for the absurd. Thus, I missed Jackson's entire solo career and had little comprehension of his worldwide influence.
Imagine my shock at the massive global outpouring of love upon his death. Initially, I assumed these were all mindless, shallow fans; however, the more I studied this phenomenon the more I realized I had been the mindless, shallow one. For example, while we conservatives railed against him, Jackson singlehandedly donated more money to the poor and needy than perhaps all of the conservative Christian churches combined. Furthermore, Jackson paved the way for contemporary stars, such as U2's Bono, to be a powerful voice for global peace and bold humanitarianism.
I watched Jackson's memorial this week in humble silence. I literally broke into tears when it ended with his 11-year-old daughter Paris' unscripted, heart-wrenching words, "I just wanted to say … ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him - so much."
Yes, Jackson had freakish quirks and glaring shortcomings, but he certainly wasn't the devil. In fact, as I've been catching up on his amazing life I've found myself wondering if some of his later weirdness wasn't directly linked to his own legalistic religious upbringing and his having to bear the continual weight of judgment from countless mean-spirited religious devotees such as myself.
The bottom line is this, I was wrong about Jackson. Or as his famous song says, "I'm bad."
I was wrong about Michael Jackson.
Jackson was born less than a year after me, so we grew up together but separately. I really liked what little Jackson 5 music I could pick up from the weak radio and fuzzy TV signals we received in our isolated village on the Canadian border in Idaho. I graduated from high school in 1975 as the Jackson 5 were beginning to fade from the music scene.
By the time Jackson released his gigantically successful solo album "Thriller" in 1982, I had already converted to what I only realized later was conservative/fundamentalist Christianity. This flavor of Christianity expected me to approach "secular society" the same way I did skunks in Idaho - the second something smells funny, run.
To keep God from getting mad and possibly wiping me out with the rest of the wicked sinners around me, I had to protect myself from evil. That meant doing things for my demanding God, like attending church as often as possible, only listening to Christian music and reading Christian books and steering clear of the devil's tools, such as tobacco, alcohol, cussing and cable TV. Needless to say, I never got within a hymnal's throw of pop culture; especially the "King of Pop."
Because I never listened to Jackson's music or watched his videos all I knew about him were factoids delivered to me by legalistic religious pundits who miraculously were able to study Jackson without having their lives destroyed. The pictures and video clips they showed of Michael grabbing his crotch and dressing up like a demon zombie confirmed that he was running with the devil.
For nearly a decade, I carried an inner disgust for Jackson and used him as Exhibit A for all that is wrong with society and why God's judgment is coming to Earth. Yet, while conservative pastors like me were telling folks to reject him, Jackson was selling an astonishing 750 million records.
I've long since discovered that I can listen to any music and not become demon possessed. Still, by the time I started expanding my horizon, Jackson's star was once again fading and he was turning into a magnet for the absurd. Thus, I missed Jackson's entire solo career and had little comprehension of his worldwide influence.
Imagine my shock at the massive global outpouring of love upon his death. Initially, I assumed these were all mindless, shallow fans; however, the more I studied this phenomenon the more I realized I had been the mindless, shallow one. For example, while we conservatives railed against him, Jackson singlehandedly donated more money to the poor and needy than perhaps all of the conservative Christian churches combined. Furthermore, Jackson paved the way for contemporary stars, such as U2's Bono, to be a powerful voice for global peace and bold humanitarianism.
I watched Jackson's memorial this week in humble silence. I literally broke into tears when it ended with his 11-year-old daughter Paris' unscripted, heart-wrenching words, "I just wanted to say … ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him - so much."
Yes, Jackson had freakish quirks and glaring shortcomings, but he certainly wasn't the devil. In fact, as I've been catching up on his amazing life I've found myself wondering if some of his later weirdness wasn't directly linked to his own legalistic religious upbringing and his having to bear the continual weight of judgment from countless mean-spirited religious devotees such as myself.
The bottom line is this, I was wrong about Jackson. Or as his famous song says, "I'm bad."
I was wrong about Michael Jackson.
Jackson was born less than a year after me, so we grew up together but separately. I really liked what little Jackson 5 music I could pick up from the weak radio and fuzzy TV signals we received in our isolated village on the Canadian border in Idaho. I graduated from high school in 1975 as the Jackson 5 were beginning to fade from the music scene.
By the time Jackson released his gigantically successful solo album "Thriller" in 1982, I had already converted to what I only realized later was conservative/fundamentalist Christianity. This flavor of Christianity expected me to approach "secular society" the same way I did skunks in Idaho - the second something smells funny, run.
To keep God from getting mad and possibly wiping me out with the rest of the wicked sinners around me, I had to protect myself from evil. That meant doing things for my demanding God, like attending church as often as possible, only listening to Christian music and reading Christian books and steering clear of the devil's tools, such as tobacco, alcohol, cussing and cable TV. Needless to say, I never got within a hymnal's throw of pop culture; especially the "King of Pop."
Because I never listened to Jackson's music or watched his videos all I knew about him were factoids delivered to me by legalistic religious pundits who miraculously were able to study Jackson without having their lives destroyed. The pictures and video clips they showed of Michael grabbing his crotch and dressing up like a demon zombie confirmed that he was running with the devil.
For nearly a decade, I carried an inner disgust for Jackson and used him as Exhibit A for all that is wrong with society and why God's judgment is coming to Earth. Yet, while conservative pastors like me were telling folks to reject him, Jackson was selling an astonishing 750 million records.
I've long since discovered that I can listen to any music and not become demon possessed. Still, by the time I started expanding my horizon, Jackson's star was once again fading and he was turning into a magnet for the absurd. Thus, I missed Jackson's entire solo career and had little comprehension of his worldwide influence.
Imagine my shock at the massive global outpouring of love upon his death. Initially, I assumed these were all mindless, shallow fans; however, the more I studied this phenomenon the more I realized I had been the mindless, shallow one. For example, while we conservatives railed against him, Jackson singlehandedly donated more money to the poor and needy than perhaps all of the conservative Christian churches combined. Furthermore, Jackson paved the way for contemporary stars, such as U2's Bono, to be a powerful voice for global peace and bold humanitarianism.
I watched Jackson's memorial this week in humble silence. I literally broke into tears when it ended with his 11-year-old daughter Paris' unscripted, heart-wrenching words, "I just wanted to say … ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say I love him - so much."
Yes, Jackson had freakish quirks and glaring shortcomings, but he certainly wasn't the devil. In fact, as I've been catching up on his amazing life I've found myself wondering if some of his later weirdness wasn't directly linked to his own legalistic religious upbringing and his having to bear the continual weight of judgment from countless mean-spirited religious devotees such as myself.
The bottom line is this, I was wrong about Jackson. Or as his famous song says, "I'm bad."
Glen Moyer is Clothman. He can be reached at www.clothman.com or at P.O. Box 3561, Missoula, MT 59806.