Michael Jackson Doesn't Have A Bank Account

It doesn't take a genius to spot Michael Jackson's extreme transformation from the handsome youngest brother in the Jackson Five to the the needle-nosed eccentric we all know today.  He is, shall we say, a touch different than your average bear.

Well, average bears such as you and I tend to have some sort of monetary recompense for employment, and we also tend to keep that financial gain, albeit paltry, in a financial institution that pretends to pay us more interest than it takes in fees, but this is not so in Michael Jackson's case, because MICHAEL JACKSON DOES NOT HAVE HIS OWN BANK ACCOUNT. 

In an ongoing court case between Michael Jackson and Sheik Abdulla Bin Hamad Bin Isa Al-Khalifa, the son of the King of Bahrain, a court case for which Michael has not yet shown up in court, the Sheik contends that the singer has not fulfilled his role in a recording contract, a book deal, and other agreed upon ventures.  It seems that Michael, pretending yet again to a boyish naivete that he cannot possibly possess, believed that the large amounts of money given to him by the Sheik - more than $7 million - were nothing more than generous gifts between friends.

It has been reported that gifts of money were deposited into Grace Rwaramba's bank account, a nanny to Jackson's children. Does it not seem bizarre that Jacko, the King of Pop, who bought the publishing rights to the Beatles' songs and built his own amusement park and lived with monkey servants and slept in an oxygen chamber would not have some place official to keep an investment of $1 million?

With regard to Jackson, who lived with him in Bahrain for a time, the Sheik said, "I regarded him in the same way as other businessmen. He is a person who is very switched on, a fantastic businessman and fantastic intellectual." Um, Sheik?  I hate to bring this up, but wouldn't a "fantastic businessman" have at least one bank account to handle your million-dollar gifts?

It is difficult to understand why a man who is so obviously smitten with Michael Jackson would take him to court over sums of money that are relatively small compared to his far more vast fortune. If this were an episode of "Law & Order", I would leap to the conclusion that the nanny and the Sheik were in cahoots, but this is not television.  It is just another sad episode in Michael Jackson's pedophilic, mentally unstable life. I kind of miss my sparkly-gloved pop hero from the early 1980s, the one with a music career and a structurally sound nose.  Sigh.

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