Paula Abdul

Paula Abdul revealed on ABC’s Jimmy Kimmel Live Monday that she got that special treatment when she was seven years old because her babysitter was none other than Michael Bolton.

He’s 58 now and she’s 49.

A difference of only 8 years, but a big difference at the time.

Paula told Jimmy Kimmel that Bolton, who was using his real name Bolton back then, was a teenager who had moved from Connecticut to L.A. to find fame and fortune. Bolton and his then-girlfriend were pals with Paula’s older sister when he was asked to babysit little Paula at her home in L.A.

Why wouldn’t Michael Bolton’s girlfriend babysit Paula instead?

Or Paula’s older sister herself???

Paula remembers Michael not being a very attentive babysitter and recalls him spending most of his time jamming with musicians who lived in the building.

Right, that’s ever irresponsible babysitter, one time my female babysitter locked me in my room and invited her boyfriend over so they could make out in my parents bedroom.

Paula told Kimbell she remembers hurting herself on a couch by jamming a pencil into her leg to get his attention and force him to drive her to the hospital. She said he would sing her to sleep but he would never help her with her homework.

Now in fairness to Bolton, he couldn’t help her with her homework, she was in the third grade, and he was a musician.

Years later, after Paula gained fame as a choreographer, she told Kimmel she got a call from her agent saying Michael Bolton wants to hire her to choreograph his tour but he wants to know if she is the “same bratty Paula Abdul” he used to babysit.

There was a song, called “Straight Up” by Paula Abdul she says in one of her lyrics

You are so hard to read.
You play hide-and-seek
With your true intentions.
If you’re only playing games…

Sounds innocent enough, as she used the game hide and seek in her lyrics, based on the games her and Michael used to play, when he babysat her. But near the end she spews out this line of “Gibberish,” which reads like this: “Ba Ba-pa Ba Ba- Bapa Bapa Ba.”

Now being a military man, specializing in Intelligence, I immediately recognized this as a hidden message whose syllables were similar to morse code. So when I matched up the syllables to the corresponding letters, my suspicions were confirmed, it was indeed; a cry for help.

I won’t decipher the message here as it is beneath my dignity. But I’m sure you can figure it out based on the Paula’s public behavior.

Celebrity People cited:

Abdul, 44, made the strange appearance on a local Seattle station in which she swayed, bobbed and winked at the anchors. When asked what she was looking forward to on the new season of Idol, Abdul responded enigmatically: “How about a lot of you coming in. It’s a wild party where you are.”

Drunken Hussy???

Damaged Goods???

Unapologetic

Paula, forever the victim, did end up choreographing his tour. Bolton joined the conversation via Skype from South Dakota and confirmed to Kimmel that he babysat Paula when she was a Brownie. Yes he used the word Brownie.

She used to make me sweets in her Easy Bake Oven, I loved her Brownie!!!

Bolton said Paula has grown from a little “Brownie” to a superstar. Well, its too late for little Paula, but for you Asshole Parents out there, NEVER let a man babysit your children. And Michael, you have an ass-whooping coming.

-Rath

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Authors Note:

This novel is based on actual events that happened to me.

I never believed in haunted houses; until I owned one, I was a real-estate agent who bought a house the owner had died in. It was cheap, and run down, and needed repairs so I figured that I could do most of them myself, and then flip the house later for a quick profit.

One night I was working in the house alone, when the lights suddenly went out. I took my flashlight and went downstairs to the breaker box to reset the switches. Suddenly my flashlight dimmed like all the juice had been sucked out of the batteries, and then died completely. These were new batteries that I had just put in.

I went over to the basement windows and pulled back the curtains, anything to let some light in. The sky outside was completely black, we don’t have anymore stars because of all that shit they spray overhead, the “human pesticides” that are more popular known as chem-trails.

If you doubt me, go out tonight, or right now if its dark and look up, you won’t see one star. The sky out the window was completely black, midnight with no moon to speak of either. It was either cloudy, or a quarter moon phase, I don’t know,

But I could not see anything in the dark, Then I walked back and I fumbled with the switches in the dark, looking for the main breaker. My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the dark, but suddenly I saw or detected movement somewhere just in front of me in that ocean of darkness that was the basement, and it was completely unexpected.

There was no one else in the house, I came alone, and no one could have gotten in. You ever have anyone sneak up on you? Like a prank, It was like that.This was the most scared I had ever been in my life.

How scared?

I read about people who described an out of body experience when they died on the operating table or at the scene of an accident before they were brought back.

I was so scared that before I could fully comprehend what had happened, my body was body was scared stiff but my soul tried to jump out of my body to escape whatever it was downstairs with me.

I don’t know what it was, I ran screaming all the way up the steps, and out the door and I did not look back until I was at my car. When your that scared you don’t piss or shit yourself like they say you do in books.

My soul jumping out of my body, was like stepping on a tack, it was something you realize after the fact, not before, and your body tells your brain what happened after you central nervous system steps off the tack, and not the other way around.

After that I quit real-estate because I didn’t want to sell houses anymore. I only did that to get the money I needed to make the proto-types necessary for my inventions, which were very, very expensive. Now I was also a great story teller but first and foremost a inventor by trade, finally someone said, Rath, you have to write about this shit, and I said, “No one would believe me.”

And they said, if anyone could make them believe it would be you…

Hell that sounded like a bet, so I did, and after almost fifteen years this fifth book is completed, and the first five chapter are available as a preview. Why don’t you read for yourself and you be the judge???

-Rath