Recently, Janet Arviso, the mother of the child plaintiff in the Michael Jackson case in California, was charged with welfare fraud. Seems that when ol' Janet went on the public dole, she neglected to mention the roguhly 30,000, or was it 300,000, dollars that she had recently settled with J.C. Penny in a lawsuit in which she had claimed assault and sexual battery against employees of the store who had tried to prevent her, along with her children, from ripping them off. Of course, this was the result of information that was disclosed in the Jackson trial. Evidently, she is going to be hard pressed, as a result, in any civil lawsuit against Michael Jackson, which of course seems to have been the intent behind Jackson's lawyer Tom Messerreau insuring that this information was made public at the trial.
As for Michael, he has recently decided that he will get together with other uminaries of the pop music business in order to create a record which is geared toward making money for New Orleans disaster relief. This is a good idea. Michael is short of funds these days, according to many accounts, and needs all the money this might eventually garner him. It might also inspire some appreciation in Louisiana, where he was recenty accussed of at one time in the past picking up a young boy in his limo and sexually molesting him, and then dropping him back off at the same spot some time later. Nothing ever really came of this bizzarre story, as of yet, but it says a lot that jackson inspires this kind of sordid fantasy-if a fantasy it was. Remember, at one time in the not all that distant past, Jackson was a popular enough entertainer that he did happen to have throngs of not only admirers, but, believe it or not, imitators. Some of these imitators went to extraordinary lengths to adopt the appearrance of their beloved idol. Imagine how they feel now.
Probably not as bad as he does, though maybe considerably more stupid, as they are for the most part unlikely to have the means to ecape to Bahrain, where Jackson was recently invited to stay for an indeterminate amount of time, curtousy of a visiting Bahrainian Prince of the royal family. Jackson is to stay at his estate. If I remember correctly, in fact, in his own private mansion. Just the type of place Jackson needs to get away from it all, to rest and to relax, among Arab royalty, surrounded by fresh air, sunshine, servants who will do his every bidding as a guest of the royal family, and dark, beautiful little young Arab boys.
