Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough

By Bill Maher

"Please sir, I want some more." -Oliver/The Jackson Family

Michael Jackson's mother is suing a concert promoter for employing a doctor whose reaction to seeing his patient OD was to call a doctor. She wants $40 billion. Because right up until the end there, everything was going great.

Now, my feelings about Michael Jackson are best summed up by an exchange between FBI agents in 'Red Dragon,' the prequel to 'Silence of the Lambs':

You feel sorry for him.

My heart bleeds for him, as a child.

Someone took a kid and manufactured
a monster. At the same time, as an

adult, he's irredeemable. As an adult,
someone should blow the sick fuck out
of his socks.

The people my heart really bleeds for are the 12 jurors and six alternates who are going to have to sit through this endless legalized shakedown as this horrible old lady tries to suck one more drop of toxic watery blood from her son's putrefying corpse.

He was 51 years old. You don't have to pay his mommy if you were negligent and didn't do enough to prevent him from being a junkie.

Why is this trial happening? Why are those 18 poor jurors being held hostage? If Somali pirates took them instead of the Jackson family legal team, we'd send the Seals to blow their brains out.