
Here’s a picture of the ever elusive Michael Jackson out with his children who contrary to popular belief* are not the sort of humans Barnum and Bailey would snatch up in high delight for an exhibition next to the two headed chicken pickled in brine.
*my own
They look happy enough, though I’m not holding my breath on them becoming well adjusted members of society. Asking that of Michael Jackson’s children is like asking fish to jump out of water and live on dry land. They may have the motivation, but the equipment is seriously lacking.