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This morning I'm still glad to be alive, but not as glad.

Despite any efforts on my part, problems don't seem to get solved in my presence. They just mutate into uglier and uglier forms until they blend into one another giving life a really icky aftertaste.

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( quizzes and birthday thingy )

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Maybe this explains the interesting links between Michael Jackson and the Church of Scientology -- their willingness to intimidate critics into silence:

I can't say for sure whether this is related - and I'm certainly not accusing anyone of a crime - but I had an interesting thing happen to me shortly after I broke the first story about the obsession Jackson had with a young boy he had taken to Europe (along with the boy's 5-year-old sister and mother).

I found two guys outside my apartment door - on ladders. They had removed the plastic molding over my door and were fiddling with wires.

I just happened to be home sick that day, and I confronted them. They said they were checking my cable. Great - except I didn't have cable. I called the doormen, but these two clowns disappeared faster than a David Blaine act.

My phone got weird - clicks, clacks, picking up stray conversations. The phone company couldn't figure out if it was bugged. Then I started getting threatening calls - at home and at work.

I didn't connect any of this to any of that until recently, when stories started breaking faster than eggs on Halloween about Pellicano and allegations that he'd been wiretapping the enemies of his clients for years.

Meantime, the man who had accused Jackson 10 years ago of molesting his child had been haunted, too. Some say almost destroyed.

from Maybe Now He'll Join a Certain 'Pal' Behind Bars