Towards the end of his dog-eared career, Michael Jackson began to resemble an eerie looking clown who’s wax face was tarnishing in a mild midday heat. See, we can say that because that's our opinion. But if you go to a concert by not-so-important Jackson sibling Janet, that right will be taken from you.
Due to popular media such as Twitter and Facebook, a group of Pete Doherty poetry loving twerps can use the power of the internet to raise their voice and stick it to the man. Yer! Peace for all and freedom for those in Tibet ? all planned over a sweatshop produced laptop whilst sipping on a Grande Latte with cinnamon swirls, lemon shots and organic camel milk.
But if you dare comment on Michael Jackson having a wonky nose at a Janet Jackson gig you may face the wrath of Joe Jackson who?ll chase you with his famous beating belt. Or as he called it, the ?dancing encourager.? But why would Janet Jackson stop us from voicing our opinion? Surely it has nothing to do with the ongoing trial of ?Sexy? Dr. Conrad Murray? Oh.