By Rosalie Tirella
How awful! Got a note from an ICT reader. He/she wrote: “Thought you might be interested in this. Dear God!”
Attached to the note was an ad, an ad for Paul Giorgio – Massachusetts’ newest Justice of the Peace. Justice of the Peace!? You’ve got to be joking!
This time it was my turn! “My God!” I screamed. Why would anyone want Paul Giorgio, an alleged pedophile, to marry them, to say the words that make two people one, to help consecrate such a special day?
I’ll go one step furthur: why would anyone want Giorgio at their wedding – period?
The newspapers, including InCity Times, covered the Giorgio case: In a 2003 civil suit, Marcos Arroyo claimed that Giorgio twice had sex with Arroyo in 1986 when Arroyo was under the age of 16. Continue reading Alleged pedophile is now a Justice of the Peace for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts
By Rosalie Tirella
How unnerving to be at the Massachusetts Symphony Orchestra concert at Institute Park this weekend and have to listen to, of all things, a musical tribute to Michael Jackson – Whacko Jacko! There we sat in the middle of Institute Park, in the middle of what was billed as a “Salute to Disney,” a concert especially for kids, listening to “Thriller” and “Billie Jean” set to trumpet, violins and possibly kettle drum. Let’s see the MSO celebrated the work of (most likely) a pedophile at a concert that was filled with dancing four-year olds!
Somehow, some way – I don’t know why – people have decided to lionize – no, make that deify – a drug addled/addicted, prima dona, weirdo, “entertainer” who didn’t even write his own songs.
First let me say this: I loved (still do) The Jackson Five. On our WCCA TV 13 show “Straight Talk” (which airs Mon. 11:30 p.m, Thurs. 7:30 p.m. and Fri. 11:30 A.M.) I talked of how, when I was a little kid, I used to cut out the Jackson Five 45’s that adorned certain cereal boxes. It was so much fun to get the Alphabits cereal and have my mom pour out the stuff into a big mixing bowl to give me the now empty cereal box. I would then run for my scissors and cut that “record” out – no bigger than a saucer, really. Then I would slap it on my Close and Play portable record player and dance all over the house! Continue reading What ever happened to baby Michael Jackson?