Friday, 15 August 2008

Jonathan King News Blunder telling the TrUtH! he is obviously Guilty



How? Can a 12yo consent to sex without the money factor!

Thanks to Kirk McIntyre for bringing him to Justice before the Courts, which he does not even recognize, nor the law in general that does not support his depraved mind.

He even admits to child molestation, and conscientiously broke the law.
People get life for lesser offences, but he thinks that he was picked on, or pilloried for doing things that he thought was acceptable in past times.

Any sane individual would bawk at taking the innocence away from a child, and wrecking their future, but not King, who thinks that he is Gods' decipal.

He is still on yt with a multiplicity of individual accounts, which is against their policy.

Jonathan King leaves Prison Crying Innocence even though he is obviously Guilty

Monday, 11 August 2008

King thought Boys' would be "Ignored"!!

King thought boys would be ignored

JONATHAN KING believed that his celebrity status meant he could "get away with almost anything" and that his teenage victims would never be believed, the Crown alleged at his first, unreported Old Bailey trial.

For almost three weeks during September, a jury heard lurid accounts of how King sexually assaulted five schoolboys aged 13 to 15 in the mid-1980s.

The case, which resulted in unanimous guilty verdicts, could not be reported until yesterday when a second trial with different victims collapsed and the Crown offered no more evidence.

David Jeremy, prosecuting counsel in the both trials, said the five victims in the first case did not know each other but told similar stories. Mr Jeremy said King was "working to a method which undoubtedly worked".

Mr Jeremy explained: "What he really gave, apart from generous presents, was the company and interest of a celebrity. It is easy to imagine how these young men would have felt, flattered and excited to receive the attention of such a person.

"What he was doing was exploiting his celebrity, and that in a funny way is what this case is about, the exploitation of these young men by the use of celebrity."

Mr Jeremy said the pop mogul, charged under his real name, Kenneth George King, had "carved out a career as a pop singer, a record producer, a radio and television presenter and a journalist and achieved fame and a degree of fortune".

When questioned by police, King said he met the boys for "market research" on "sex, drugs and rock and roll" but he denied any sexual assaults.

But the boys said they were subjected to touching, masturbation and buggery after King quizzed them about their sex lives, and aroused them by showing them magazines and films depicting heterosexual sex.

He also hinted he knew girls who would have sex with them and showed them a photograph of a naked woman holding a sign reading: "Let's do it".

After approaching a victim, on foot or drawing up in his Rolls-Royce - registration JK 9000 - King lost no time in "telling them of his fame".

Mr Jeremy said King was a man of "such overwhelming confidence, bordering on arrogance, that it never crossed his mind that young boys would be believed".

The first victim, now 33, was 14 or 15 when he came to London for an family outing from his home in Luton. He and his sister were approached by King in Leicester Square who asked if they knew any music shops. He chatted to them and exchanged phone numbers, inviting the boy to his home.

Soon afterwards the boy came back to London by train and was met at St Pancras by King in his Rolls-Royce. He was driven to Bayswater where King asked him about his hobbies "and suggested he added sex to the list".

After giving the boy records and a signed photograph, King drove him home to Luton and met his parents who were "no doubt impressed and reassured".

On five subsequent visits to King's home the boy was indecently assaulted but he never told anyone. The man, now a painter and decorator, explained: "I hoped, I suppose as a child, to make something of my life." King had sent him a postcard from America saying "perhaps you too will be a megastar".

The second boy was 14 when he met King while on a day trip to London. King took him to a Soho peep show where he undid his trousers and squeezed him. On later visits to his home, which lasted until he was 16, King buggered him several times.

He gave the boy presents and money and a picture of his "friend", Samantha Fox, and promised he could get a woman to have sex with him.

The victim, now 32 with a history of drug addiction and criminality, said: "I liked the aura. I did not like him buggering me. I was waiting for him to get the woman but she never did materialise."

The third victim, now 30, who met King on a holiday in London, was taken to the mews and indecently assaulted. On another occasion after King tried to bugger him and when he resisted, he drove him home to Shropshire.

Victim four had just emigrated from South Africa with his family when King approached him in the street, invited him home, showed him porn, boasted of his fame, pointed out gold records on the walls, and assaulted him.

He did not tell anyone because he thought he would not be believed. The fifth boy was 15 when King approached him, asked him home and quizzed him about his views on the latest records. He too was indecently assaulted.

In the witness box King denounced the allegations as lies. But he spent most of the time describing his professional achievements and the groups he had led to fame.

The second trial collapsed when an alleged victim, now aged 39, said he had been 16 not 15 when he had sexual contact with King and did not object at the time. Accordingly, in the absence of any evidence of assault, the prosecution failed because it had not begun within the statutory 12-month limit.

The man had told the court that he met King at the Walton Hop, a disco in Walton on Thames, and had accepted a lift home in his car.

On the way, King stopped the car and performed oral sex on him. King dropped him home and gave him £20 - "a week's wages" in the late 1970s, said the man. Although he "felt like a frozen rabbit" he accepted another lift a week later when King parked in a secluded area and buggered him. He said: "It was all quite surgical, there was no foreplay."

Nervously twisting his wedding ring, the man agreed: "I knew what was going to happen, call it consent."

Ronald Thwaites, QC, for King, said in mitigation that his client had never used violence, coercion or threats.

He now faced a bleak future in prison because of his fame and the nature of his offences. It would be too late when he was released to resume his career and he would probably be barred from revisiting America. He would not find "the sanctuary of anonymity".

Saturday, 9 August 2008

Kym Marsh vs Jonathan King



http://freakytrigger.co.uk/old-ft/essays/2002/02/jking/#comment-475686


HE SAID TRUST ME I’LL MAKE YOU A STAR SO I BIT MY TONGUE UNTIL HE’D FINISHED…

Nick McMeier: ‘Kind of a compliment, that a famous person was interested in me’
Jon Ronson: ‘You say famous. But he was JUST JONATHAN KING!’

Manipulative, quite. Predatory, exactly. Yet at the root of an accusation so late in coming , suggests one of the people Ronson interviews, is not the scar of unwanted sex imposed too young, but instead the hurt and humiliation of promises broken, the resentful fury that brews of trampled dreams. Except of course that this interviewee is a convicted abuser himself, a long-banished one-time colleague of King’s flipping unsettlingly between self-insight, self-interest and self-delusion (’sex is usually nice’); between qualified remorse, battered dignity and egocentric derision.

‘The lid has literally been lifted on the music business. It gives everyone a chance. Anyone out there trying to fake it - anyone who doesn’t deserve it, they’re quaking in their boots. Cos we’re coming to GET YOU!!’ Thus spake Myleen Klass, college-trained musician, when the first hear’say single arrived so apparently convincingly at UK #1, in Spring 2001. Thrown together by chance or design, she and Kym Marsh apparently never found a workable rhythm, but there - at the start at least - was the percussion that should have fused it: the rolling ash between (on one hand) their shared, hungry, naive idealism and (on the other) the cynical reason not so much of the industry, but of all wised-up industry watchers, of anyone who’s ever mouthed the words “manufactured” or “hyped” or product” with any sort of contempt. The argument is that Jonathan King flourished because those around him knew, stayed quiet, were complicit. But the complicity of cynical reason goes far further than that: this is the deepest, most hateful insight of this bright, talented, unhappy, arrogant, wounded, deeply unpleasant man.

‘The one thing I have always cared about is music,’ says King still: and in his first hit (the likable ëEveryone’s Gone to the Moon’, 1965, written and recorded when he was still a slender teenager himself, long years before he sneered his looks away), there’s a deep-set tension between its of-the-times idealism ñ now we’re all free to be freaks, equal and lovely in our shared estrangement - and the overt unreality, not to say impossibility, of the title and the claim. What King came to twig between then and his next hits (and first known abuses) was that the deliberate abolition of exactly that 60s popcult idealism - the open presentation, in other words, of the industry as a ruthless enjoyment-dispensing machine that only the superior have the gumption to grasp and run and use and not be used by ñ would present, and be accepted, as a refreshing, robust, unsappy vision of the mass-culture combine unmasked. Stardom is never talent; fame is never love; only losers dream. And - as his attitude to his victims continues furiously to shout - if they believed any of those promises, they deserved all they got; if they were hating what I was doing, they were fools and knaves and liars for not saying so sooner….

Three weeks ago Kym Marsh refused to bite her tongue yet again: a filmed show for Brit troops in Oman was ‘a shameless publicity stunt’, she announced, and this time she was off and away. As she maybe threw away her last chance of celebrity escape from herself, the wised-up world crowed in near-unison: ‘Publicity stunt? What about hear’say WASN’T a publicity stunt? This silly talent-free puppet bimbo, everyone understood the contract but her…’ So how soon do we get to denounce the wised-up crowing world as King’s most-used, most-trusted, most-fooled accomplice?

MC Muxed Up Pedophile!



Artist: The Nonce feat. Aceyalone
Track: Bus Stops
Album: World Ultimate (1995)

MC Muxed Up Pedophile! Here he is with his cup of viagra, thinking of the next boy to abuse.
He even sings and shouts out, that there is nothing wrong with buggering kids.
It wont be too long before he is locked up for good in a secure mental establishment.
I am just glad that the media are keeping well away from this vile pervert.

Jonathan King - Vile Pervert:

Jonathan King - Vile Pervert: The Musical

http://madamearcati.blogspot.com/2008/05/jonathan-king-vile-pervert-musical.html

Jonathan King as Oscar Wilde, from Vile Pervert: The Musical: "There's nothing wrong with buggering boys ... "

I hadn’t ever expected to have sight of Jonathan King’s cock, but life’s full of little – or not so little – surprises. In his Vile Pervert: The Musical movie he parts his flasher’s mackintosh to reveal all (contemptuously mocking and flaunting his own notoriety), an unveiling to 90 minutes of mischief and mayhem from the currently disgraced monarch of misrule.

The greatest compliment I can pay him is that he is authentically and spectacularly shocking. There’s no question in my mind that this show should premiere on stage at the Edinburgh Fringe – provided that audiences agree to be tied and gagged to prevent disruption.

King has set to music his decline and fall (and furious afterlife) precipitated by sex with under-age teenage boys, crimes for which he was convicted and jailed, with a libretto part-inspired by tabloid mock-horrors and King's own impenitence. He makes his case for innocence and in the process lampoons and scandalises his enemies – such as PR Max Clifford (comically reinvented here as Waxie Maxie, the smarmy, money-grubbing “silver stoat”) and Sun editor Rebekah Wade (reborn by King as Flame Mitchell in drag and long red wig, whose mantra is: “Two tits good, two balls bad”).

King has two principal arguments in his defence: evidence against him is unreliable (and I think there's a case to answer, at least); in many other countries, he would not have been prosecuted in the first place. He won’t win new friends; he may even alienate a few. He will disgust further his critics. But what of the show?

I would place it up there with Tracey Emin’s soiled bed or Damien Hirst’s pickled carcasses or one of Mark McGowan’s demo stunts: events of pre-meditated lunacy that must be marvelled at because no one thought to do the like before. Who would think to dress up as Oscar Wilde (I like the attention to sartorial detail) and sing “There’s nothing wrong with buggering boys”, or show a cartoon of the silver stoat cock-arsing his clients, but King?

Among the permutations of the unthinkable Vile Pervert is certainly one. It should be staged at the Tate Modern as a living art exhibit, as King - or his looped hologram - serenades against "professional victims" (his accusers) and reminds uncomprehending tourists that he once wrote a weekly column for The Sun and earned thousands of pounds a week from it – “I saw the hardcore porn on journalists’ computer screens, there for ‘research’ … the bestiality, necrophilia … I know where the bodies are buried,” he informs/threatens.

Vile Pervert works for me as a storm of raging energy and transcends the personal issue by its disgraceful assault on media and PR power - on the lies, the bullshit. In that sense I think King has done something here that’s better than he could have hoped. The Wades, the Cliffords, and so many others, need major trashing: we need to see these people scurrilously mocked just for the hell of it - to put them in their place. So we can see them and keep our eye on them. They have real, unaccountable power - more real power than most politicians.

The King is certainly not dead - news that won't please everyone.

Convicted Sex Pervert Jonathan King Protests His Innocence

If he thought that he was above the law by having underrage sex with boys, then I

cannot pervievably think about what his appeal is going to be based upon?

Maybe it's just me!


11:41am UK, Wednesday February 27, 2008

James Silver, Media Reporter

Disgraced pop mogul Jonathan King has been told the European Court of Human Rights may accept his appeal against his conviction for sex offences against teenage boys.

180 Jonathan King head down

King: 'Everybody was doing it'

In a move which could see him cleared early next year, the court has been persuaded to take another look at the application, despite having previously rejected it.

His legal team say they can now provide irrefutable evidence that King was in New York when one of his crimes - for which he received a six-year sentence - was supposedly committed in London.

The impresario - who was convicted at the Old Bailey in 2001 of six counts of sexual abuse - told Sky News Online: "My barrister describes it as a major breakthrough."

Sitting in the anonymous swirl and bustle of a central London hotel café, King, who has vociferously maintained his innocence since his arrest, draws stares from people who walk past.

The 63-year-old is wearing a multi-coloured waistcoat, dark green baseball-cap, white shirt with gold cufflinks, tracksuit trousers and trainers.

A money-belt hangs around his waist.

He has always dressed eccentrically, but today he resembles a jockey who has just been mugged by a tourist.

Two-and-a-half years after his release from jail, King - though badly shaken by the recent death of his elderly mother - is still battling to clear his name.

News about his appeal has been greeted with a deafening silence from the press, in sharp contrast to his arrest and trial which garnered tens of thousands of - often lurid - words.

After he was freed in March 2005, King told The Guardian that "the mere mention of my name provokes hysteria" in the tabloids.

So I wonder what he makes of the media coverage he has received since?

"It's been entirely predictable," he replies.

"Most of my friends told me to come out with a coat over my head, skulk into a car and say nothing.

"But that's just not me, I'm afraid.

"I told them if I'm coming out as a 'Vile Pervert', which I knew was what all the newspapers would say, I'd rather be a front-page 'Vile Pervert' than one buried away on page 36."

It is a revealing admission from a man who clearly believes notoriety is preferable to being forgotten about altogether.

A month after his release - when the initial feeding-frenzy had abated - King opened the News of the World to find a picture of himself sitting in a deckchair under the headline: "Pervert in the Park".

The paper declared it had "caught the sex monster slumped in a deckchair ogling an innocent child strolling in London's Hyde Park."

Talking about the incident now, he claims the newspaper set the whole thing up and "doctored" the image to make it look like he was "ogling" the child.

"I'd been doing an interview with a TV journalist, who I didn't trust an inch.

"Suddenly, he said he had to go off and have a pee. While he was gone a long-lens photographer took the pictures.

"Afterwards, I complained to the Press Complaints Commission."

But the newspaper watchdog rejected his complaint, finding there was no evidence the image had been tampered with.

After the NotW story, King slipped off the media radar altogether.

Indeed, so little has been written about him he is convinced there has been a decision by editors to "freeze [him] out".

He says: "It's almost as if a red light comes on when someone mentions my name. I don't even crop up in celebrity birthday lists anymore."

Similarly he claims there have been "several occasions" in which journalists, who have written positive pieces about him, have had their articles spiked.

Yet King was never entirely frozen out.

The Observer's Lynn Barber, the columnist Carol Sarler and the investigative reporter Bob Woffinden have all been notably sympathetic to his cause.

And the recently-deceased former Daily Mirror editor Richard Stott was perhaps King's most influential media supporter.

Stott said that while he did not agree with King's assertion that he had not committed any criminal offences, underage sex was rife in the music industry and the musician was the victim of what amounted to a homophobic "witch-hunt".

"If King, like many of the stars at the time, had taken advantage of girls instead of boys, then nothing would have been done and what was written [in the press] would have been very different," he wrote.

King, who has legal bills of £750,000, freely admits he had sex with teenagers who were under the age of consent.

"Anyone who was around in the 1960s? All us pop stars were [hitting on] anything that moved.

"Loads of them were groupies who put on the face-paint and the bras and claimed to be 18 and we thought we'd be lucky if they were 16, but they probably weren't a day over 14.

"Everybody was doing it. That's the way it was back then.

"I was bi-sexual and had sex with both genders. I found it ludicrous that it was legal to have sex with a girl of 16 but not with a boy of the same age."

A few days after this interview I phone King to tell him that his comments about having sex with underage groupies are very difficult to square with his campaign to quash his conviction.

"I've always said I was guilty of breaking the age of consent laws because they weren't equalised," he replies.

"But I wasn't guilty of having sex with the men I was convicted of [having sex with]."

He is missing the point but I let it lie.

Even if he is successful on appeal, I wonder whether he thinks he will ever be able to convince the media that he is not a 'vile pervert' or 'pop pariah'?

"I suspect that it won't make any difference for 95% of the media," he says.

"For them I will be a vile pervert for the rest of my days."

He adds: "But thankfully, unlike most people, I have never cared about the opinions of strangers."