While surrounded by Janet, Jermaine, Rebbie, Rebbie’s daughter and the marketing director of the Arizona resort (????????), Katherine Jackson awkwardly read from a prepared script in front of ABC News’ cameras yesterday afternoon. This has to be the most bizarre hostage video I’ve ever seen.
A quick second after a judge gave temporary guardianship of Paris, Blanket and Prince to timeless beauty TJ Jackson, Katherine tried to kill the rumors going around by saying that her kids did not concoct a diabolical plan to kidnap her and that she was just on a short vacation. With Janet glaring down at her with stank eyes, Granny Jackson fumbled the words, plugged the name of the resort and then spewed out some ridiculousness about how she didn’t want any phone calls while she was there and her her assistant checked up on the kids from time to time. Here’s a piece of the statement that Granny Jackson totally wrote on her own (she totally didn’t write that at all), but click here for the entire thing:
Hello, I’m Katherine Jackson, and there are rumors going around about me that I have been kidnapped and held against my will.
I am here today to let everybody know that I am fine and I am here with my children, and my children would never do a thing to me like that, holding me against my will. It’s very stupid for people to think that.
But anyway, I am devastated that while I’ve been away, that my children, my grandchildren, have been taken away from me, and I’m coming home to see about that, also.
So I spoke to my grandson, TJ, last night, that I left there to be in charge of my children — and I never leave home without leaving them with instructions of who to stay there with them, the nanny and all of them — and someone had let go the cook, the nanny, and also the housekeepers. I don’t know who did that but they don’t have that power and they shouldn’t have done it.
And now, the people are saying they are there with nothing to eat. I am sure they have something to eat but it’s probably not healthy because the cook is not there.
But since I have also been away, my guardianship, which I just said, my children, have been taken away from me, my guardianship has been taken away from me. And, but, I spoke to my grandson TJ and also I spoke to Prince and Paris last night and told him I would be home today and they’re waiting for me to come.
And I told him it wasn’t necessary for him to go down and sign for guardianship. … I don’t know who instructed him to do that — but that’s what, but he wanted me to come home before that happened, but the ruling in court today was about the guardianship and I think it was based on a bunch of lies, but I have a good idea who’s doing that and who’s behind that.
But I am grateful for my children that they saw that I needed rest and they wanted to take me away for a while, just a short vacation and rest up. But one thing I have to say … that I’m here at Miraval. They have taken good care of me and have made sure that I got the rest that I needed.
One reason I haven’t called is I just gave up my phone and I didn’t want to have any phone calls while I was here.
That entire statement belongs in a book of Jackson family folklores, because it is several stream of lies. If I skipped out on the children that I’m legally required to take care of and didn’t tell them where I was going or check up on them to see that they’re still breathing, that’s me trying to get them taken away from me so I don’t have to deal with their asses. I wouldn’t be devastated, I’d be throwing off my wig and getting loose. You know, yesterday I read a story at TMZ about how Granny Jackson sounded drugged up when she called the house and fired all the security guards. I brushed it off and figured Granny Jackson just had a hit from a blunt with her nightly glass of sherry. But now I’m staring to think that one of her kids definitely crushed something into her bowl of mashed golden prunes.
I can’t blame Granny Jackson for saying those lies on camera. I too would say whatever they wanted me to say if Jermaine Jackson’s Jabba the Hutt titties were hovering above me like two ominous clouds with hard nipples. That’s almost worse than a ho pointing a gun to your wig.