Michael Jackson's genetic inheritance

Much has been said about Michael Jackson in the past few days. It used to be said that one shouldn't speak ill of the dead. In Jackson's case it's not so much about speaking ill as trying to illicit the truth. He appears to have left more questions than answers which always causes a frenzy in the media.

One question which hasn't been answered is the case of the children. If the three children grow up to adulthood as normal loving people then miracles do happen. Until now they have been treated as a commodity. They were produced in a most peculiar way and then basically bought by Jackson from the biological mother as she is being described. Somehow we are led to believe they are his children. It is all too bizarre and I would suggest that the deceptions and the untruths stop now for the sake of those children. One thing almost everyone wants to know is where they themselves came from. Surely that is why genealogy is one of the top subjects of the internet. These children deserve to know the truth because otherwise the absurd speculation will carry on all their lives.

Jackson is said to owe money to all and sundry. So the creditors are scrambling around like vultures. It would be best for a set of accountants to get through the whole estate and just tell it like it is otherwise all sorts will be claimimg this and that is theirs. And the powers-that-be need to get the actual detail of his death clarified and confirmed, otherwise this issue will carry on with all sorts suggesting this or that did or did not happen.

When a life has been led with such bizarre activity attached to it there can be little wonder that people are curious. Curiosity is one thing, manipulative speculation is quite another. It would be far better that Michael Jackson's closest friends and family spell out the truth of his problems rather than let his memory be tainted with innuendo and gossip for ever and a day.

Gordon Brown's "friends" start writing on the wall!

The walls around Downing Street are getting a good lashing of political graffiti on them. David Blunkett has come out to say that he thinks Gordon Brown should "draw a line in the sand" and get back to "old-fashioned politics". Too late for that now. Gordon Brown is fast becoming a spent force. In fact, he was never really the choice of the Labour Party. He just bullied them into accepting him as Buggins to Blair. It was his turn, he claimed. In fact he reckoned he should have been there instead of Blair. They just wanted the grumpy sulking to stop.

Now Brown is being cautioned against bullying. Charles Clarke has entered the fray to say that he has become "ashamed" of being a Labour MP. In some ways it's hard to know what Labour MPs are meant for now. Socialism is a dead concept. New Labour is hardly socialism. The Red Flag is in some cupboard getting dusty and the likes of Jacqui Smith and Tony McNulty see making easy money a better option. I get the impression that McNulty would explode with indignation if he were asked to embrace socialism.

Stephen Byers has popped up to add his ten cents. It's becoming very clear that Brown should be circling the wagons rather than running down to the beach with a stick to draw lines in the sand. David Cameron is waiting to take over. He says that Gordon Brown is "rapidly running out of political authority". That's fairly generous. Most of us feel he's completely out of gas!

The question is - do we have to wait a whole year for a general election with the Prime Minister in the meantime YouTubing us messages and giving the House of Commons' spiders a dose of unfair competition? May be might just run away!

Second Home Secretary a chiselling cheat!

Jacqui "Jackboot" Smith has some answers to give. Richard Littlejohn knocks the chiselling cheat into shape. She's currently spinning that she's done nothing wrong. He puts it so well.

"Jachboot Jacqui will be investigated over her living expenses after all. What a pity it has taken a complaint from members of the public to shame the Parliamentary Standards Commissioner into action. Previously, he said the 'Second Home' Secretary had done nothing wrong in claiming that her sister's spare room was her main residence.

Only after two neighbours objected that she spent no more than two or three nights a week at her sister's South London house did the Commissioner, John Lyon, agree to act. None of this would have been necessary if, while she was in London, Jackboots used the £3million grace-and-favour Belgravia house available to the Home Secretary. It wouldn't cost her a penny. But then she wouldn't have been able to claim £116,000 in expenses from the taxpayer. "

In her mind she must have thought "Um, it's either £116,000 or it's nothing! I'll go for the spare room and shove it down as a main residence."

Can I suggest that the voters of Redditch give this woman a wide berth come the next election?

Media spinners not so Independent!

When the Independent newspaper was born, it trumpeted the fact that it was independent and would tell the truth. Telling fibs is no good whether they are for malicious reasons or for supposedly good ones. And I'm not talking about little white lies.

The BNP has caught the Independent out. The newspaper, by publishing a picture of some depraved knucklehead from the Nationalist Alliance (a Hitler fan club of sorts!), have taken spin and deception on board. Now I use this blog to campaign against spin and deception. What a stupid man Nigel Morris, deputy political editor of the Independent, must be if he thought he could get away with this unnoticed. Of course the BNP is eagle-eyed for such stuff. They complained to the Press Complaints Commission. Whereupon Morris just cropped the offending picture! It is obvious he was trying to insinuate that the man in the picture was a BNP member.

It's this type of schoolboy scripting that does the debate no good whatsoever. Singled-handedly he's just given them more political ammunition to use on the doorsteps. If he is the Deputy Political Editor, let him engage in some well-thought out political opinion. Good heavens, there's enough to put to the BNP for some proper answers. But, please, let's not have childish capers like this!