Conrad Murray isn’t happy to have killed Michael Jackson once. He had to do it again. The recently sprung from jail Murray has given an interview to the Mail of London, undoubtedly for some remuneration, in which he trashes Jackson again and describes himself as a hero. It’s shameful, of course. But I doubt any U.S. publisher would have caved in for this crap.
Among other things, Murray paints Jackson as an invalid, a sad, quivering incontinent mess who would have not have survived as long as he did without the doctor’s help. Murray talks about putting a condom on Jackson’s penis for a catheter because he was incontinent, that Michael could only wear dark colored pants because he “dripped.”
The biggest drip is Murray. He claims that Jackson injected himself with the fatal dose of propofol, and that essentially he killed himself. Murray also claims no knowledge of Jackson’s dependency on pharmaceutical drugs including Demerol. He reminds me of Franz Liebkind, from “The Producers,” who tells Bialystock and Bloom re Hitler and the Nazis that he knew nothing: “War? What war? Ve vuz in the back!”
Murray won’t get this open door treatment in America. No one wants to hear from him. No one.
One other thing: Murray now says he bonded with Michael because they had each terrible fathers. Well, Murray never addresses the real story of his own father, who was a doctor, and how he got in trouble for similar problems: http://www.showbiz411.com/2011/09/29/conrad-murrays-bad-doctoring-like-father-like-son
