FOR HATERS!!!

MJ TOOK THE TIME TO WRITE THIS TO U HATERS THE LEAST U CAN DO IS READ IT MOTHRFUCKERS!!!!!
Dear people, I would like to ask you a question  - the question WHY. Why is there so much  poverty in the world? Why so many wars? Why so  much torture and agony? And why must children  die and innocent suffer? I don't understand it.  Do you understand it?
I want to help. I want to make people happy,  and may it be just for a moment. That is what  gives my life a sense. Don't you understand me?  What did I do that you judge me? Are you really  envious of me? You don't have to. I wouldn't  wish you to be me…
Maybe you just want me to confess my 'guilt':
Yes, it is true, I do love children! But not  the way you want it to be. I love them from the  bottom of my heart. Because children don't make  wars. Children have never hurt me. It makes me  happy to look in their shining eyes. Is it a  crime wanting to be happy and want to make  others happy? Many of them who visit me are  going to die soon, of cancer or other terrible  diseases. I won't let you forbid me through  your arrogance to give them just one happy day!
Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries!  Do you know what it feels like?! How often did  I have to wake up in pain! How often I didn't  know what would expect me when I look into the  mirror! How often did I cry when I did it!  Don't you see that I'm punishing myself for  that I cannot cope with my face - and with  myself! Why do you also punish me for it? Yes, it is true, once I was black! You get  darker in the sun and get admired for that. But  I am sick and you hit me for it. The sun you  love so much can kill me. In former times I  loved to be outside in the light, too, now I  can nearly only go out at night. And you make  your fun out of it. If I hadn't become the  Michael Jackson you know today, then I would  also be like that: I would be a white black  with curls and a thick niggernose for which  everybody would tease me. Well, now you tease  me because of my little nose. Maybe I would  already be dead because I couldn't protect  myself so good as I can today. Would you prefer  it when I was dead? Or when I had never  existed? But then you wouldn't have my music!  Would you like to do without 'Billie Jean'?! My  music you love though, don't you? Just not me.  But I create the music to make you happy.
You torture me with your disgraceful words.  Words can sometimes hurt so much more than  punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask  God for what I have to suffer, what a reason  I've given you. Cause I never did harm to  anyone. I am afraid of you 'cause you've hurt  me so badly. And I don't even defend myself. I  simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate  these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe.  But I have no choice, it's the only way to  protect myself. But you don't like it when I  protect myself. You'd prefer to kick a  defenceless man in his face. but this favour I  won't do you. I don't need to be ashamed for  anything I've done. And as I can see at you,  dear Unknown there are people who understand my  message.
My friends and me, we don't go into the war  with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of  you even though you laugh at us and snap our  flowers off. Maybe you will understand not  before not only the flowers but the whole sun  goes out. With my music, with what I do I would  like to bring a light into the world. But is it  necessary that I kill myself until someone  believes me? And until someone believes me that  I just want to do good things and that I suffer  from your hate? But then you would be outraged:  “And the children?!” Particularly you would say  that, you who would love the most to take my  children away from me. You say they aren't my  children. You say I couldn't educate them. How  do you want to know this?! And is it important  then what blood is flowing through their veins  when I would die for them? Your jealousy and  your hate make you blind for what love means.
You don't know me, nevertheless you have  already judged me! You, those reporters who  hammer me at the cross in the morning, you  listen to my music in the evening! That is not  fair! You are not interested in what you write  if it just attracts readers and causes  headlines. But my name is enough to attract the  people. Why is it always necessary to denounce  me? Why don't you write something positive,  there you wouldn't have to search so long! Why  do I have to be 'Wacko Jacko'? Can't you see  that the only one I'm hurting is myself?! You  hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn't  there anybody who sees that I'm also a human  being?! Where do you have your heart? Where do  you have your mercy? Where do you have your  love?
If just one out of ten people who get this  letter tries to understand me, already then my  life is it worth being lived.

Anybody who genuinely knows Michael (which is none of you), knows that
Michael is straight - almost to a fault of himself, considering that he
doesn't look like the most masculine of brothas. You're so quick to
believe Scott, which is hysterical because if you knew their history,
you'd know how weirded out Michael was by Scott's advances. Michael's not
overtly homophobic, but he is old school and isn't completely
comfortable with it. However, given the nature of his profession, he has tried
his best to be accepting and because he tries to be a good Christian, he
does not judge, he leaves that to God. He still gets incredibly
uncomfortable by advances by anything remotely male….which brings us to
Scott. Scott made a pass at Michael. Michael ignored it, initially. The
second time, Michael told him to back the #### off (in more polite
language, of course…Michael was still quite young and sweet and innocent
back in the '80s, if a dude tried something similar NOW, he might get
punched in the face). They haven't spoken since then. The closest he ever
got to Michael after about '84 was that his boyfriend was friends with
Priscilla Presley's makeup artist. The two haven't spoken since Scott
tried to get all up on Mikey.  One may ask themselves, if his motive for coming forward now was out of
some sort of moral obligation and a desire to crush MJ's “strategy” of
declaring himself heterosexual, why didn't he come forward in 1993?
Maids, cooks, ex-guards, everybody and their momma was coming forward with
“claims,” why not then? Or, if the motivation behind this is genuine
concern for the welfare of children and not money, why not go to the
police with the things you've seen (i.e. Scott claiming to have seen child
porn on Michael's nightstand)?  Simple, none of it happened and Scott was still livin' the life with
all of Liberace's dough. Poverty brings forth all sorts of “memories.”
Isn't it convenient that just as soon as his cash stash is running dry,
he tells the world he had sex with Michael Jackson?  Please.  Let me break this down for you people and pay attention because I don't
like doing it more than once. Michael Jackson is thoroughly
heterosexual. He does not like men. He does not like boys. He likes women over the
age of 18. Shiiiiit, even before he was 18, he liked women well over
the age of 18. It's no secret within certain circles that Diana Ross was
his first. The poor guy thought he was going to marry her but she @#%$
him over with Gene Simmons and Arne Naess. He was pretty naive back
then, so he chose not to see the obvious. Then he was celibate for about 3
years, before becoming involved with a pretty, blond employee of his,
an actress from a popular '80s/early '90s sitcom, a singer that nobody
cares about anymore but was the ish back in the day, some
groupie/secretary, June Chandler (the mother of punk @#$%$ Jordan who got jealous
of mommy's relationship with Michael) and, of course, Lisa Marie. Lisa
Marie was the only one he allowed himself to become more than just
sexually involved with since Diana, that boy was sprung. Lisa Marie,
however, led him to believe they would have a family of their own, but stayed
on the pill anyway because even if she said she was a rebel, the little
@#$%$ didn't want mommy dearest to get mad at her for having a lil
black child. Mike found the pills, split, messed around with a couple of
other women with the goal of getting one pregnant just to hurt Lisa (he
can be an as.shole sometimes, true) and eventually knocked up Debbie,
which, (if I didn't love and adore his children and think think they
saved his life) I would say was probably one of the biggest mistakes of his
life. He was never faithful to Debbie after they married, never even
wanted to marry her but Mike doesn't like to break his mother's heart. He
and Lisa continued having sex until 1999 (they weren't “together,” they
were just @#%$), until he met his third child's mother, fell very much
in love with her, but he is his father's son, so he wasn't entirely
faithful to her, which is why they split up shortly after she found out
she was pregnant. From that time, up until right before these new
bullish allegations broke, he was pretty much a dog. No attachment, just sex.
He has no time to get attached to somebody and then depressed again
after they part ways now that he has his children. I doubt he has time for
anybody other than his children and his lawyers now.  There, you have it. Take it or leave it, but it's the truth. Mike would
hate me for putting his business out here like this, but at least it's
accurate, unlike all of the other trash going around now. He ain't my
boss anymore, so he's just going to have to put up with it.  Summary: Scott is full of ish, Michael isn't gay and he sho' as h.ell
ain't a pedophile.