I am a child, I have fallen, and I can’t get up…and I’m at Michael Jackson’s  ranch. This is probably the most  frightening statue we saw during this entire exhibit and we spent a lot of time grouped around it, staring at that intense cry on his face.  Why would someone buy this? – a question asked over and over again as we trolled through the Beverly Hills Hilton display of Michael Jackson’s Neverland Ranch collection.

This was spotted inside MJ’s tour bus, parked outside the exhibition.  We were all allowed to take a quick walk through.  Inside were two resting fire fighters (why, do they believe people will want to set fire to these precious items?), and…a stack of magazines about child-rearing.  Not child’s rears, you idiots. Child-rearing.  Is this a joke?

This is a painting completed my Macaulay Culkin. It needs to be sent to an analyst right away.  In those vicious strokes and tenative paint drippings, was Mac calling for help?  

Wow. This is just plain sad. When did Michael Jackson ever think of himself as a black man?  Did he need the book for reference?

I have no idea what this is about but I’m sure there’s a story behind it – seems like it would be for a music video. It just seems intensely creepy, especially the expression of him making faces like a child.

This exhibit was full of plenty of these life size statues.  Imagine that big house in Santa Barbara, full of these old English-seeming white people.  They brought him solace, made him feel like people were home.  But how did he not startle himself each time coming into a room?  They are literally life size and fairly real looking when you spot one out of the corner of your eye.

Of COURSE Reagan loved him.  OF COURSE.  The phrase “young people searching for something to believe in” gives me the shudders.

This photo needs to be viewed in a larger size to get the full THRUST of it. It is Michael Jackson, leading all the children of the world, down verdant hillsides.  Orthodox Jewish kids, Tibetan kids, Guatemalan kids, all of them.

Okay, maybe this isn’t very disturbing. I just looked at it and automatically saw “the family jewels”.  MJ had a LOT of kids sized furniture, tiny tricycles, rocking chairs, etc.  He seemed hell bent on buying things for the world’s largest nursery room.

And this for some reason, is one of the saddest and most disturbing images from this show – but it’s a little personal for me.  When I was in grade school, I had a birthday party during which we gave away little bags full of Michael Jackson trading cards and party favors. This was the image most used on those items and it represents for me an era of childlike worship and pop frenzy.  Whenever MJ was on TV, I knew it.  I was barely 8 years old and I owned his records.  And now, it’s all gone – or up for auction.See the entire set here

Ms. Dupré spent a full week on the GGW bus and shot seven full length tapes that included nudity and same sex contact. Dupré later took a Greyhound Bus home.

At least she’s down with alternatives to driving a car.  First we hear she took Amtrak to see Spitzer, now Greyhound.  She should repackage herself as an environmentally friendly lady of the night.

…here is Dali using a woman as a desk.

Hide your daughters. In fact, just send them to any third world country. They’ll have a better chance for a happy life there than with these guys.

Photo by Madmojo

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Photo by Madmojo

Photo by Madmojo

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