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As devastating as it is to me, and everyone else who admired Michael Jackson, this has been one shock-filled nightmare. But there’s something I’d like to address.

It’s how he died, exactly.

I’m not sure about the rest of you but I just feel like something isn’t right. After the ambulances arrived to pick up Michael and bring him to UCLA, Dr. Conrad Murray fled the scene, and actually left his car behind while doing so. Not sure where he went, but I do know he picked up a criminal attorney during his disappearing act. The Robbery and Homicide Deparment of the LAPD picked up the case, and from then on, Dr. Conrad Murray began trying to justify acts no one was asking about, yet.  According to the 911 call, Dr. Murray was performing CPR on Michael in his bed, and he had a faint pulse.

You do not perform CPR on a patient with a faint heart beat, and you damn sure don’t perform CPR on a bed. It has to be on a hard surface, like a floor, in order to be successful.  In this case, though, considering Michael had a heart beat, CPR was completely unneccesary. He just was not breathing, and needed simple pulminary resuscitation, not cardiopulmonary. He also needed an ambulance to be called immediately and not thirty minutes later. According to the call to 911, Dr. Murray had been trying to get him to respond for quite some time, something like an hour.

They’re also reporting that Michael received a massive dose of Demoral before he went unconscious and stopped breathing. Dr. Murray should have most certainly had Narcam on him, but did not. Narcam is required to be on hand when dealing with a patient who has been given any narcotics, in case of an overdose. Dr. Murray also did not have a defilibrator, which should have also, been at hand, in the event that Michael’s heart were to stop.
When EMT’s arrived, they wanted to pronounce Michael dead on the scene. His heart was no longer beating and he was not responding to CPR.  EMT’s were going to call the coroner’s office to have them pick up the body but Dr. Murray would not let them, he insisted they keep trying, and he insisted they bring him to UCLA.  Good samaritan, or guilt/fear because he knows what he did?

Now Dr. Murray is denying he gave Michael a shot of Demoral because let’s face it, that’s what’s going to come back on the first and second autopsy, and if it does, then he’s in deep shit. He’s also insisting he is not at fault for the death of Michael.  His lawyer released a statement saying that Michael’s bed was ‘firm’ and Dr. Murray placed his hand behind his back while administering CPR. Folks, don’t believe it. A hand behind a back and a firm bed isn’t going to do shit for anyone in cardiac arrest. Also, he addressed the bed problem, but why didn’t he answer why this quack was performing CPR on a patient with a FAINT HEART BEAT?
The stories, the statements, and the actions do not add up. If it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck, looks like a duck, quack quack.

I had just began falling asleep when my mother burst into my room and woke me up. She told me Michael was being rushed to the hospital, and I immediately turned the news on.

Mouth to mouth resusitation, sounding heart beats
intimidations

Michael, are you okay? (I don’t know) Michael, are you okay? (We don’t know)

I’d never in my life given a shit about anything that TMZ has ever had to say but I was on their site like white on rice. Was talking to Cetta, showing her stuff, when Michael took the internet with him, so to speak.

I was frantic. You see, some people may not understand. I’m going to state this as blatantly as I can. If you were to read the case files, if you were to NOT believe the media hype, you would know Michael Jackson was not guilty of the accusations. Go read the case files yourself. Don’t believe me, go read them. That’s what I did. I knew that since he was odd, PLUS he was Michael Jackson, they would use this for ratings. So I went directly to the released file cases and I made my own unbiased decision based on the background records of the parents and the statement of the child. Not to mention the phone call from the father to his lawyer saying they’d definitely be the ruin of Michael Jackson, and they’d be getting a lot of money out of it.

I stuck by this man just like his music, his voice, his lyrics stuck by me when I was a beaten and abused little girl. You see, I could hide under my bed with a boombox, put in his Dangerous casette, and I felt like I had a friend. I grew up with Michael Jackson’s voice keeping me company. He was the first artist I ever heard, his lyrics were the first I ever sung, his dances were the first I tried to do. I watched his videos, the ones with him and kids, and I wished I was there. He did things for children the majority of this fucking world wouldn’t do. He’s paid for cancer treatments, he’s donated a ridiculous amount to foundations, he’s done absolutely all he as a man, and a GOOD one, could do. So the fuck what if he looked weird, get over it, there’s a lot of weird looking motherfuckers, some of them being yourselves, but you don’t hear me saying shit.

I am devastated. I’ve been crying on and off since the headline “Michael Jackson, Dead at 50″ hit me like a fucking Mack truck. I refuse to believe the media hype, I refuse to give in to the pedophile bullshit, and if you have something to say about it you can either 1) keep it to yourself or 2) get disowned, because I’m really not about to hear/deal/put up with the bullshit. The man’s body is in a coroner’s office being chopped into unrecognizable pieces and this is upsetting to me, so if you have the audacity, the balls, the courage to say something like that to -me- after reading this, we will have some fucking problems. I don’t care about your opinions, keep them to yourself, if you can’t respect the man, then just shut the fuck up.

I’m taking this loss like I’d take a loss of a good friend because that’s what he was to me when I was little and had no one in the world. All I had was him and I’m hurting. I don’t expect understanding and I don’t expect anyone to give a fuck but I do expect respect.

Will You Be There?

Long live the King.