Michael Jackson’s famous kiddie bait ranch may be up for sale next month if he doesn’t pay the more than $24M he still owes on the joint:

The fact is, if Jackson can’t sell more than 200,000 copies of a special edition “Thriller” in two weeks, he’s not going to be selling so many concert tickets after all.

And that may be an essential part of the equation as Jackson’s lawyer, Peter Lopez, makes a last-ditch attempt to refinance the $24.5 million loan needed to keep Neverland. Jackson is already leveraged to the hilt. He has assets on paper, but he doesn’t work. He doesn’t tour, and he’s not releasing records. Why would anyone in this economy lend him any more money?

It seems that MJ won’t work, won’t make an effort, and wants everyone to give him everything on a platter without having to do anything for it:

One of Jackson’s biggest problems is that he won’t return to remunerative work. I told you two weeks ago that he recently was offered a great gig: 10 shows minimum, 30 max, at $1 million apiece to perform the “Thriller” album at London’s Millennium Dome. It was a solid offer from AEG Live. But he wouldn’t do it.

He also wouldn’t appear at the Grammys. He also refused to pitch in on “Thriller” publicity — most of it was done by producer Quincy Jones. It seems no one has ever told Jackson the old adage that 99 percent of life is just about showing up.

That’s completely ridiculous…any entertainer knows you can’t bask in the glory of your past successes for the rest of your life, without actively becoming part of your own money-making machine.  There are plenty of entertainers doing their same old shlock, but they get their butts out there and do it…they don’t send someone else or, worse, hide in the shadows while expecting the money to still roll in.  But maybe Michael has finally figured out that his views on life are not the same as, oh, most of the population, and he knows that whatever he says in interviews and on stage will be dissected by everyone.  That, and oh yeah…he’s a pedo, so coming out in front of the cameras is a huge risk for him.

It’s sad, too, because Thriller was such a great album.  I’d buy the remastered version, but I know the money is going to go to Michael, so I’m loath to do so.  Maybe I’ll wait a bit and buy it on eBay.  I did get bored a while back and looked up Neverland on Google Earth…it looks pathetic now.

So if you want some Michael memorabilia, now’s your chance, because not only is the house being sold, but all the things inside it are part and parcel of the deal (I don’t know if they’d have a seperate auction or if the possessions go with the house).  Since the house is in foreclosure, he might not be able to get inside to retrieve his stuff, so if you have money sitting around to blow, you might just have an eBay bonanza on your hands.

Britney Spears should buy Neverland.  It’d be great!  Think about it…she could have her own personal Starbucks, Rite-Aid, Taco Bell, gas station, whatever she wanted.  She could call it Britneyland and she could run around commando to her little heart’s content.  She wouldn’t be a danger to anyone, and I’m sure the boys would love it when they come to visit.  Put in a Chuck E. Cheese and it’ll be perfect.  Of course, she’d have to hire some paps to chronicle her every move, but doesn’t she already have some on the payroll anyway?

Rehabbing singer Amy Winehouse was caught out grabbing some takeaway from KFC with a drawn-on black tear under her eye.  Those in the know (which is pretty much anyone who reads news and who knows who Amy is) say it is a reaction to the news that hubby Blake Shine’er-Silver got hold of some bad drugs in the big house:

She emerged from her Camden home with her bodyguard, to pick up a take away from Kentucky Fried Chicken on the day it was reported that husband Blake nearly died after overdosing on heroin in prison.

Today he was said to be recovering in Pentonville Prison’s hospital block, after guards found him in his cell writhing in pain, and violently vomiting.

Prison officers later discovered that the drug was a toxic hybrid of heroin and other potent chemicals.

As our intrepid Dawn first reported on Sunday, Blake is reportedly upset that while he sits and rots away in jail, wife Amy is not only rehabbing and cleaning up her party-animal act, but she has been seen out partying and shopping with another Blake, an American artist who is squeaky-clean…even though she dedicated her Grammys to Bad Blake and gave him a shout-out twice in her set:

Blake was apparently fearful for his relationship amid rumours that the Grammys five-award winner has been enjoying herself with American photographer and artist, Blake Wood.

Fielder-Civil sent the singer a romantic Valentine’s hamper gift from his prison cell, following reports she had grown close to Wood, who has been dubbed “Good Blake”.

For her part, Amy has told friends that their relationship is platonic, and that Good Blake is actually homosexual.  The gays always make the best shopping buddies, don’t they, girls?

Amy.  Honey.  Come here a second.  I know that you are infatuated with Bad Blake, and he’s your husband and all that rot.  But listen to me a second…he’s a bloodsucking leech, a millstone round your neck, and he will do nothing but drag you down further and further into a drug-fueled descent to Hell.  I know it’s hard to let go of what you believe is such a romantic notion, and believing that the two of you are some sort of star-cross’d lovers, and it’s the two of you against the world, but trust me…crap like that only happens in plays, bad movies, and sugary love songs.  This is real life.

Let’s take a look at the comparisons…husband in jail, you NOT in jail.  Husband a unrepentant drug addict…you NOT on drugs and in rehab.  Husband poor and never works…you NOT on the dole of somebody else.  Husband’s life going down the dumper…your life NOT going down but your star is rising.  Husband a no-talent, no ambition, gagged-with-the-ugly-stick, knuckle-dragging monosyllabic troglodyte…well, you get the idea.  Just think about it, okay?

And if you’re worried about dumping him while he’s incarcerated, and how it will look, don’t worry…it will look GREAT, and we’ll all stand up and cheer.

I would like to know what this is in her nose…it could just be nose in her nose, but then again…I hope not.

No, don’t worry Blakey fans, he survived. I don’t know whether to rejoice or cry. Decisions, decisions….

Recent five Grammy winner Amy Winehouse’s husband Blake Civil-Fielder has been in a UK jail awaiting trial on his gross bodily harm charge and a later added charge of “perverting the course of justice” when he tried to bribe the very witness (a bartender) he and a group of buddies roughed up one night at a bar.

According to reports, Blake, and five other inmates were some how able to get a hold of heroin while in lockdown, and Blake took so much he OD’d and was rushed to a prison hospital after he was found passed out in his cell.

Amy Winehouse’s jailed husband nearly died after a heroin overdose, it was claimed today.

Blake Fielder-Civil was reportedly hurried to Pentonville Prison’s hospital block, writhing in pain, after guards found him violently vomiting in his cell.

Prison officers later discovered that the drug was a toxic hybrid of heroin and other potent chemicals.

A jail source said that it was a “close call” for Blake and warned he might not be so lucky next time.

This seems like a desperate bid to derail his wife Amy’s recovery as she works hard to overcome her various addictions, after being semi-forced into rehab by her father and her record label.

It has long been suspected that Blake’s presence in Amy’s life was the impetus for her epic fall from grace. Since the two married last year, she’s been witnessed in various degrees of undress, disarray and dishevelment, including a video of Amy smoking crack, as well, having admitted on the same video to having dropped six Valium.

Hopefully, as Amy takes a closer inventory of her life, in a clearer state of mind, she will see that Blake is merely an Albatross of lameness dragging her down from her own destiny with greatness.

Behind every Tina Turner is an Ike that must be kicked viciously to the curb. KICK HIM AMY, especially while he’s down.

Sorry for the musical cliches, but Amy Winehouse is full of cliches. As K posted, The Sun has video of the soulful songstress burning her brains cells and destroying her voice through a crackpipe, this after admitting she just dropped six valium, wharfed some coke and snorted some powdered ecstasy. How all 90-pounds of her could still be standing after all of that is a mystery and the BBC should do a documentary on it.

Amy emerged yesterday with her dad and sporting a new hair-do. HALLELUJAH and PRAISE THE LORD! That Wino-Albino look was giving me nightmares. I was about to call the vet to have her treated for mange.

Amy’s long-suffering parents are fully aware of their daughter’s issues, and don’t much appreciate The Sun’s “underhand tactics” in getting her drug-binge on film. From P-Nasty’s site:

“I’m off to see Amy now. I’ve spoken to her already and she’s fine. She says she’s ok, so no problems. All that picture shows is what everybody knew anyway. Yes, I am worried about her but this picture doesn’t show anything we didn’t already know before. It just shows me the tabloids are resorting to underhand tactics to expose her and we already know what the problems are.”

He also has a quote from Amy’s record company, Universal Republic:

“We are deeply disappointed and upset by these latest revelations and are doing everything we can to offer Amy our full support in dealing with her problems.”

Oh please. F-U guys at Universal. You want to help Amy, drop her from your label. Stop paying her and feeding her ego and drug habit. Remove the incentive for her to continue disappointing fans, wasting her talent, and making a mockery of her creative talents.

Unlike say Britney Spears, who is clearly a few lot of brain-cells shy of being a fully-functional human, Amy is merely a drug addict with an attitude problem. All one needs to do is watch the video and see she is cognizant of her actions, and capable of making decisions for herself. This is not the actions of someone who’s brain is in another galaxy, but rather, a person who selfishly and greedily consumes substances as an excuse to escape her problems. Problems of her OWN making. Don’t marry amoral drug addicts who think beating people up is ok, and then try and buy their justice using your money.

Sorry to be so cruel, but Amy’s nothing more than self-absorbed junkie who doesn’t care about anyone but her next fix. That’s not something I have sympathy for. Thank heaven’s she doesn’t have children, because she’s just the type you’d hear about selling her kids for a rock of crack. She’s damn lucky I’m not her mother. I’d have snatched every last strand off her bleached-out head and made her walk around with red bald patches.

Yes, I’m that men. It’s called tough love Mrs. Winehouse, try it some time.

Image: Mr.Paparazzi via D-Listed

UPDATE: Speaking of tough love, it seems Wino is in rehab. NO, NO, NO!

That’s not a metaphor, that sadly folks, is the truth. Amy Winehouse either has taken to snorting powdered sugar, which considering this is the season of baking is possible, or she’s been wharfing huge rails of coke.

The above pic (more here) was taken while Amy was out and about London last night. Mr.Paparazzi also has a very *interesting* picture of the back of Amy’s car. There was a very suspicious looking bag of white powdery substance just sitting there in her trunk. Again, it could be powdered sugar for all those cookies Amy’s been baking, then again Amy doesn’t bake, unless braincells count — so what on earth could it be?

Save your guesses, because it doesn’t matter. What does matter is Amy is slowly quickly destroying her life and doesn’t seem to give a crap. So, guess what, neither do I. No more molly-coddling this dumbass. If you want to destroy your life, break your fans hearts, cheapen your talent and be an all-around drug-addled douchebag, go for it. I am sick of feeling sorry for you. Your husband Blake’s a scofflaw, a loser and ultimately a scumbag. You are an idiot. Please stop feeling sorry for yourself and shoving crap up your nose or in your veins. Better yet, do us all a favor and wharf that whole bag of coke, cook up a big old heaping spoonful of heroin and chase it down with a bottle of cheap vodka, ya know why? ‘Cuz you suck.

At least Billy Holiday had the decency to not walk around flaunting her addiction, or Ray Charles, or Johnny Cash for that matter. What is it Amy, are you trying to romanticize your life by going out the way of your so called peers? Trust me, as they look down at you from heaven they are shaking their heads in mutual disgust at your pathetic life. Shame on you and the crappy example you’ve set for your fans, and any young person who might have looked up to you for your talent. Disgusting.

(Editor’s note: To those who are all in twitter over my post, save your insipid vitriol - because I don’t care. This is my opinion, you don’t like what I have to say about worthless junkies who sh*t all over their talent, go barf your nonsense all over some other site.)