Every Superbowl major, multi-million dollar minute that Sir Paul McCartney sang on Sunday a little bit more coinage went to Apple Records catalog owner Michael Jackson.
Sumpin just ain’t right when the cash register is tallying that kind of capitalistic erection do-re-mi, when a guy is at the start of a child-rape trial that’s been years in the making.
By my reckoning, that’s two years’ running of Jackson family obscenity. But this year’s kind of makes Janet’s nipple look kind of pale, you know.