...As If We Didn't Have Enough Proof Jacko Is Insane

I don't think I need to go through Michael Jackson's insanity. The simple fact that his brain isn't wired quite right. That he's 40 years old, but sees himself as a child still. Nothing wring with keeping yur child-like sensibilities...Heck, I still do. But we're talking "child-like".

Jackson says things like "poo poos" and "doo doo". And, he's very serious...

Anyway, I read about Michael shopping at a mall the other day for shoes. Seems normal enough, but as you see, his normality stops there. Like usual he's in some costume to hide himself from society. This time, he was dressed as a Muslim woman all in black robes and veils. Yes, a woman. With his mans shoes poking out the bottom from behind his posse of guards and handlers.

And yet, this isn't the weird part.

He was shopping for shoes for his kids, three of them now, I believe. They were dressed in jeans and tee-shirts. And to prove Jacko was their father, each wore a black bag on the heads covering their faces.

What the hell is going on in MKs mind?! I know he's said he covers their features to protect them from kidnappings and stuff, but placing bags on their heads?! If I wanted to kidnap Jackson's kids, all you'd have to do is grab any kids with black bags on their heads surrounded by goons and a white man/woman missing a nose! And when kidnappers usually kidnap someone, what's the first thing they do? Toss a bag over their heads! Their job is half done!

And those poor kids will grow up to think that when you go out in public to buy some Cherrios and a soda, you have to throw a sack on your face.

Lets see. Keys? Check! Wallet? Check! Burlap sack for face? Got it!

Nevermind that Michael calls them names like "Blanket", which will mean his kids will be virgins for life, like dad. No girl will want to date a guy named Blanket, no matter how ripped he might be. They would also probably say "doo doo" as well and titter afterwards. He'll never get past 1st base.

And if Jackson wanted to remain incognito, don't dress as a woman. Don't dress as a mummy with Michaels hat and glove, in a wheelchair at Disneyland. Don't dress as a ghost with shades and glitter socks at FAO Schwartz. I wouldn't at all be surprised if we next see the family all shuffling around a mall under appliance boxes with shoes made out of empty Kleenex boxes, and a homemade periscopes out of the top made out of toilet paper tubes and foil.

If I dressed up in a hat made out of meat cutlets, wearing a diaper fashioned out of egg cartons, and marched down to my local Burgerville for a grilled cheese, I'd be tazered by the police in minutes.

Hmm...Maybe I need to get some goons...