Conrad Murray alleges in the documentary, Michael Jackson and the Doctor: A Fatal Friendship, that Michael slept with a baby doll and regularly peed the bed. The documentary, which aired in the UK last night and in the US tonight and Monday, covers two years from Michael’s death through Murray’s trial.

“The bedroom that he slept in I had to persuade him, eventually to have it cleaned,” Murray said in the film. “He peed the bed. It did not smell good. It was mildew, and I had to get it clean.”
Murray said Jackson urinating in the bed may have had to do with psychological issues saying, “Who would ever believe that a man his age would still be wetting his bed?”
In the doc, Murray also claims that Jackson referred to propofol, the anesthesia believed to have killed him, as “milk.”
“He asked me, ‘Please, please, Dr. Conrad … I need some milk so that I can sleep. If I don’t get any sleep today, I cannot perform, I cannot do anything,’” Murray said, according to reports. “He was pleading and begging me to please, please let him have some ‘milk,’ because that was the only thing that would work.” Page Six

If you didn’t find Michael Jackson creepy before, you will now. Imagine that guy in his frightening baby voice begging you from his pee stained bed to give him more “milk.”

Murray’s lawyers, Ed Chernoff and Michael Flanagan, also make many allegations about Jackson in the documentary.
“Explain a 50-year-old man who sleeps with a baby doll and has pictures of basically infants to 2-year-old children looking at him every night?” Flanagan’s wife asks at one point.
Chernoff responds, “I think the media made him appear weirder than he is.”
“You gotta be kidding me,” said Flanagan. “He can’t be any weirder than he is.”

Let me amend that previous statement. How creepy would it be to stand in a room full of pictures of toddlers looking down at you while MJ plead in his soft baby voice from his pee stained bed for milk. If I was Murray, I’d have backed away slowly at first and then ran the hell out shrieking like a little girl.

Michael Jackson’s doctor and personal propofol administrator Dr. Conrad Murray was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter today after a 23 day court case with 49 witnesses and 300 pieces of evidence. The verdict was delivered this Monday after a seven hour deliberation on Friday yielded no result. He was handcuffed in court and remanded into custody.

Murray will most likely lose his medical license and faces four years in prison. Sentencing will be given on November 29th.

The seven men and five women who hold the fate of Murray in their hands are a diverse cross-section of Los Angeles, people of varying ethnicities from different towns who might never have met if they had not been thrown together in the jury pool. They are white, black and Hispanic, mostly middle-aged and live in an assortment of suburbs in the Los Angeles urban sprawl. Most have children and some have grandchildren. They include a professor, postman, bus driver, actor and movie animation supervisor. EW

And that’s the end of that. *Moonwalks out the door*

Prosecutors in the trial of Dr. Conrad Murray put up photos of a dead Michael Jackson laying in a hospital bed while jurors listened to an audio tape of a drugged Jackson slurring his words. This was part of their opening statement. Apparently their goal was to give jurors nightmares.

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Wait, is this a Family Guy skit?

Today’s special Fourth of July story focuses on Aaron Carter and Michael Jackson. In an interview with Ok, Aaron, 23, supposedly admitted that Michael gave him wine and cocaine when he was 15. The two grew close, talking on the phone for hours, until his mom called the cops. Moms are such a downer.

‘I never talked about it… This is the first time. I do… I miss Michael… I have spent such incredible times with him. I did things with him that nobody else did… But I was also troubled about what he did to me,’ Aaron says.

When asked whether Michael gave him alcohol, Aaron tells Daphne, ‘Yes, he gave me wine. I mean, I could have refused, but I was 15.’ As for drugs? ‘He gave me cocaine. I felt weird about that and other stuff… We spoke afterwards, hours and hours, on the phone. I admired Michael, but his behaviour bothered me a lot. Then my mother called the police…’ [OK]

Last Friday, Aaron told TMZ that it never happened and OK made the story up. A YouTube video Aaron’s rep pointed TMZ to backed up his claim.

But Carter’s rep tells TMZ, “Nothing was said that was reported” … and directed us toward a YouTube video of the interview with Barak … which seems to back up Aaron’s side of the story.

However, a rep for Daphne Barak, the journalist, tells TMZ, “Aaron Carter told Daphne Barak in his lengthy interview in Spain, that Michael Jackson gave him alcohol and cocaine while he was 15. He also said that Michael invited him to sleep in his room, and when Aaron woke up at 5:00 AM, he found Michael on his bed.”

Hey, maybe Aaron’s bed was warmer than Michael’s. Have you ever thought about that? I’m sure there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for Michael sneaking in under the covers with Aaron. I mean, what grown man hasn’t sneaked into a 15-year-old’s bed before. Amirite?

La Toya Jackson spoke to News of the World about Michael Jackson’s fascination with making Bubbles, his pet monkey, speak. La Toya said Michael’s dream was to communicate with Bubbles and he spent thousands of dollars to make it happen.

“Michael always wanted to know how to make Bubbles speak and talk,” she said.

“They definitely communicated. One morning Michael called me said ‘You got to see this – he mimics everything I do’. So Michael starts brushing his teeth and Bubbles looks up and gets a tooth brush and starts brushing his teeth too. Then he wanted to give him vocal chords and asked doctors ‘Can I give him an operation so that I can know what his thoughts are’.”

Jackson even asked doctors to move Bubbles’ larynx further down his throat so he could produce human words. Doctors slapped him silly and called him a retard. Actually, they told him it wouldn’t work. But they also probably called him a retard behind his back.

Sadly, Michael’s plan to make Bubbles speak never panned out as Bubbles grew into an aggressive chimp and was put into a sanctuary.

“Bubbles became extremely strong. When he was younger he would slap you and it would not hurt. But now they could knock you out. Sometimes he would swing on a chandelier and fly onto a table, and Michael would scream ‘no, no’.”

Jesus, this guy was a real weirdo. His life was basically a cartoon except less funny and more child rape-y.

Last week, Jason Pfeiffer went on TV and claimed he and Michael Jackson had a gay love affair that lasted even in his final days. Dr. Arnold Klein, Jason’s boss, confirmed this. Joe Jackson, however, vehemently denies the rumor.

Dr. Arnold Klein spoke of walking in on the two men and seeing them with their shirts off. In the last few days, Dr. Klein has told TMZ Jackson was gay and had no problem with people knowing about it.

Joe Jackson went on, “He’s a doctor and knows better than to break his vows against a patient.”

I don’t know if the expectation of privacy extends past death, but Joe is right. Klein should stop telling everyone how he walked in on Michael and Jason diddling each other. That’s gross. If I wanted to vomit, I’d stick a finger down my throat.

According to Dr. Conrad Murray, he didn’t administer the lethal dose of Propofol that killed Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson administered the lethal dose of Propofol that killed Michael Jackson. TMZ proposes that the defense strategy will go like this:

- At around 10:50 AM, Dr. Murray gave Jackson 25 mg of Propofol from a 20 ml bottle — that’s only about 1/8 of the bottle.

- The dose Dr. Murray administered would keep someone asleep for only 5 to 10 minutes, but the Propofol, along with the Ativan and Versed that was already in MJ’s system, had a synergistic effect that put Jackson to sleep for a longer period of time.

- For the next hour, Dr. Murray stayed in the room and was on the phone for much of the time. Dr. Murray didn’t leave the room to make the calls because MJ liked activity in the room, regularly sleeping with the lights on and cartoons blaring on the TV.

- At around noon, Dr. Murray left the room for approximately two minutes to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, the defense believes Jackson suddenly awakened and was frustrated he had spent nearly 9 hours trying in vain to sleep. The defense theory — Jackson took the 20 ml bottle of Propofol and self-injected the remaining contents through the IV, causing a massive overdose that stopped his heart.

- Dr. Murray walked back in the room and saw Jackson with his eyes open and pupils dilated. Dr. Murray dropped the phone (he was speaking with his girlfriend) and began administering CPR.

Murray is accused of hiding bottles of Porpofol before paramedics arrived, but the defense will argue that if that was the case, there wouldn’t be that last empty bottle of Propofol on the floor. To convince the jurors, the defense will also include an artist rendering of what happened. It’s basically a stick figure picture of Michael Jackson holding a bottle of Propofol with a needle sticking out of his arm and he has X’s for eyes. There’s also a tank in the background because tanks are rad.

Conrad Murray was Michael Jackson’s personal physician. The same one who administered the lethal dose of Propofol which killed Michael. Murray was charged with involuntary manslaughter earlier this year. But that’s not the worst part. The worst is this report by The Associated Press.

The AP uncovered documents claiming Conrad Murray stopped CPR on Jackson and delayed calling 911 so he could hide all the drug vials in the room. The account given by Alberto Alvarez, Jackson’s logistics director, back in August said Murray stopped CPR to give him the vials so he could put them in a bag.

TMZ continues that after Jackson was pronounced dead at UCLA Medical Center, Murray wanted to go back to the mansion to get cream Jackson had “so the world wouldn’t find out about it.”

If I was Conrad, I’d hide that stuff too. I wouldn’t want to go down for killing that freak. No way. If I’m going down for anything, it’ll at least be for something less embarrassing. Like that child slave trade I’m running.

The full coroner’s report on Michael Jackson’s death has been released and it confirms suspicions that, among other things, Michael was bald and emaciated. The report says Jackson’s hair was “sparse and connected to a wig”, his hairline was tattooed on, he had tattooed eyebrows and lips, he weight only 136 pounds and was 5’9” which could indicate anorexia and at the time of his death, Jackson suffered from “chronic lung inflammation, respiratory bronchiolitis, diffuse congestion and patchy hemorrhage of right and left lungs.”

“There is frontal balding and the hair can be described as short and tightly curled,” the report claimed.

Jackson hair line was tattooed on, as were other facial features.

“There is a dark skin discoloration resembling a tattoo on the anterior half of the scalp. There are dark tattoos in the areas of both eyebrows and at the superior and interior borders of the palperbral fissures. There is a pink tattoo in the region of the lips,” observed a corner’s investigator.

The autopsy report also described Jackson, 50, as “thin”, weighing just 136 pounds while being 69 inches (5’9″) in length.

“Jackson was extremely underweight for his frame. Reports indicate he weighed 136 lbs, this could indicate on anorexia,” Gary Brazina, M.D, FACS California told Pop Tarts. “The amounts of drugs given to someone with this body type needs to be closely regulated as a thin or anorexic individual would generally require lower dosages.”

Speaking of which, the corner confirmed that Jackson died of “acute propofol intoxication” however a deluge of other drugs including lorazepam (for anxiety), midazolam (for inducing sedation), lidocaine (a local anesthetic), diazepam (valium) and nordiazepam (for anxiety) were also indentified in blood samples.

Holy crap. Michael sounds like he should have been living in a bubble. If he didn’t have all those tattoos and fake hair, he’d probably look like Gollum or worse, Madonna.

The blossoming list of terrible celebrity dads seems to be populating more frequently these days with the likes of Jon Gosselin, Jude Law, Michael Lohan, Darth Vader, and so on. At night, these men all kneel in honor and in praise to the creator of the horrific-terrible-dad list, and that is Joe Jackson. To ensure Joe stays at the top of the list, he sought an allowance from his dead son’s estate for expenses exceeding $15,000 a month. Fox411 reports,

“The request seeking an unspecified amount for Joe Jackson was filed by lawyer Brian Oxman, who said there was no apparent reason for the administrators of the estate to not seek an allowance for the 81-year-old Jackson family patriarch.”

“An itemized list of expenses says Joe Jackson spends $1,200 a month on rent for his Las Vegas home; $2,500 to eat out; $1,000 on entertainment, gifts and vacations; $2,000 on air travel and $3,000 on hotels.”

I seem to have missed the itemized section for hookers and escorts. If you’re going to make a list full of ridiculous demands, you should commit to it fully and list all of your selfish, perverted wants. Unless that’s what he meant by “$2500 to eat out”. In which case, I may not like your parenting, Joe Jackson, but I appreciate your honesty.

In an interview airing Thursday night, Joe Jackson, speaking to Extra about his son Michael, said, “He’s worth more dead than when he was alive.” He quickly added, “I’d rather have him alive. When he was living, they didn’t show this.”

What a caring father. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is how much more money he can make off his son now that he’s dead. He should write a parenting book. Chapter 1 will be: Evading child labor laws $$$. The last chapter will be: Profit after death $$$$ with four dollar signs instead of three to show how much more money you’ll be making.

Even in death, Michael Jackson is still controversial. In a recorded conversation between him and a rabbi, The King of Pop called Hitler a “genius orator” and a master showman. Which is true, but still, Hitler used that ability to kill everyone. Jackson realized why that could be a problem which is why he insisted he could have turned Hitler into a hippie given just one hour.

“You believe that if you had an hour with Hitler you could somehow touch something inside of him?”

Jackson declared: “Absolutely. I know I could.” He insisted nobody was all evil, explaining:

“You have to help them, give them therapy, teach them that somewhere, something in their life went wrong.”

The moonwalk, the lean, his effeminate voice. Hitler would have loved it. For about five minutes. I’m not sure a black guy who turned white and sounds like a chick could really convince Hitler of anything. It’d be hard to hear much of what Michael was saying over the giggling and him whispering to his buddies, “Hey, come check this out.”

No one thought it’d actually happen, but 71 days after Michael Jackson’s death, he was finally buried.

The service took place Thursday night at Forest Lawn Memorial-Park in Glendale. 200 guests comprised of close friends and family including Elizabeth Taylor and Macaulay Culkin were in attendance. The Jackson estate will reportedly foot the bill for the “extraordinary” ceremony.

Among the mourners were many of the touchstones of his life: Elizabeth Taylor, who arrived in a Maybach; former child star Macauley Culkin; lawyer Thomas A. Mesereau Jr., who successfully defended Jackson from child molestation charges; and choreographer-director Kenny Ortega, who was directing Jackson’s planned London concerts. The Rev. Jesse Jackson, the Rev. Al Sharpton, baseball player Barry Bonds, Marlon Brando’s son Miko and comic Chris Tucker were also there.

The Glendale police established a security cordon, blocking off streets around the 300-acre cemetery and relegating the sprinkling of fans who showed up to positions behind barricades a couple of blocks away. A dozen fans held up a banner reading “King of Pop Michael Jackson Gone Too Soon.” Police said no arrests were made in relation to the private service, which was not televised. (A limited satellite video feed showed guests as they arrived.) [LAT]

The most surprising thing, however, was Michael’s casket wasn’t even shot out of a cannon amidst a shower of fireworks. Nor was there an admission charge. Joe Jackson must have been pissed.