The next king of pop

Oh how I love a bit of news from the Jackson mob. Regular viewers to TCC will be aware of the running thread of up to date news and ludicrousness from this curious family. 

The latest news to reach my attention comes courtesy of the head honcho of the clan. The main gang banger himself, Joe Jackson. Well it appears that the  tyrannical husband of Katherine is an OAP on a mission, (y'all). On recently deciding to go and see a fortune teller popa Joe is now determined to turn his grandson, Blanket into the next king of pop. Yes, it's written in the stars, you see. A downtown practiser of the dark arts said so. She told Joe that Blanket will be a world wide sensation. 

OK, without wanting to come across as disrespectful to the older generation - Joe Jackson is an older chap of 75 years of age. He hardly has youth on his side and he thinks it's acceptable to brandish firearms willy nilly. I must stress that I don't discount that he probably did go and see a fortune teller. Perhaps doing so after a bout of curb crawling in his Cadillac. But I can't help but think that the conversation between Joe and the lady with the plastic ball may have gotten a little muddled, wires crossing which may have caused confusion on Joe's part. 

Joe walks into the dingy, spooked out room where a mysterious lady with a headscarf and a rusting nose ring protruding from her hooter tells the fidgety pensioner to sit down. Well naturally Joe resents this - nobody tells this homie what to do. But because Joe wants something from the suspected Romany traveller he complies. Joe knows he doesn't have much time because he has to get back out onto the streets. Anxiously he berates the lady to tell him something, anything that could potentially make him more benjamins as the woman frantically rubs the dust from her crystal ball pretending to gain pearls of nonsense. "Tell me about my grandkids, woman. Tell me about Blanket!" To which the now frightened gypsy replies and I quote: "Blanket will be a worldwide sensation." That is enough to satisfy our Joseph as he grabs his pistol (that he placed on the table) and leaves the room.

Let us examine the issues here; Joe said tell me about Blanket, and the fortune teller did just that. And she actually told the truth. 'Blankets' are a worldwide sensation. They go on your bed and keep you warm and cosy. So I have no problem with that - she wasn't lying.  How on earth was the Romanian supposed to know that Joe was referring to his Cherokee Indian looking grandson, exactly. 

So, because of the wires crossed Mr. JJ now sees dollar (dollar) bills. (Y'all) He thinks the fortune teller meant the 11 year old 'child' of his late son Michael. (Hee hee). And because of that he is determined to train up Blanket like he did MJ and his uncles. A gruelling schedule of beat downs, walking backwards frantically to escape further beat downs and singing lessons now await this youngster. Grandpa gon' teach boy real good.

Another issue that must be considered is Joe's unwavering delusion that his grandson, Blanket is the spitting image of Michael at around the same age. Yes, really. Without wanting to insult your intelligence I'll let you judge for yourselves. But if you find that you are having a little trouble I will assist you. The late Michael in his formative years was, to put it frankly, a black, negro child. A kid with uncompromising comb snapping afro hair and a generously sized nose. 

Blanket, on the other hand, if you look without drinking a crate of beer and suffering from severe cataracts is not a black boy. Nor does he look like he has Afro American genes. (I realise I need to tread with distinct caution here). As I am really not financially stable enough to take on the might of a Jackson driven law suit. How can we ever forget Katherine's 40 billion legal battle with AEG.

So, er, in the obvious attempt not to backtrack - Blanket really does look just like his father did at the same age. The resemblance is uncanny. And his peaceful grandpa, at the alert age of 75 didn't get the clearly trustworthy Romanian's information misconstrued. And, er, yeah - it's all good in the hood.

Demola, TCC