And then there were three

Fresh from the horror that is the life and surrounds of Jacko comes word that Dear Daddy, who once dressed up as Pennywise and slithered through Jackson's window to teach him a lesson to leave it closed, has plans for Jacko's kids.

"I keep watching Paris, she maybe wants to do something, you know," he said. "And Blanket, he can really dance, that's what they're saying. He can really dance."

Is it me, or is JJ, replete with sinister pencil mo and old hat, starting to resemble the crossroads devil from Blues mythos?