Last Thursday on May 17, an evil hung over Cleveland like a cloud of black smoke. Below, along the 3000 block of East 125th Street, red and blue lights of the Cleveland Police raged against the dark like fire. With shoes lying in the streets abandoned like too many old and foreclosed homes, for too long, sashed in yellow tape like one huge condemned building, Cleveland has been a bowing wall, a tottering fence.
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Hmmm, the child might have more skills than the tattoo artist!
This has to be the strangest tattoo ever. Most parents put their kid’s drawings on the fridge. Some parents feed their children from their mouths when they are too young (and toothless?) to chew their own food. But this parent seems to have taken the human refrigerator theme to an extreme.
"I guess that's what's up."
The web is buzzing worldwide that actors Tia Mowry and Pooch Hall have been sidelined indefinitely permanently from BET’s hit show The Game.
BET: Yo, we gon do you right, aiight.
Tia & Pooch: When? We took huge pay cuts moving the show to BET! What happened to the salary increases you promised if the show made a comeblack?
BET: What salary increases? Renegotiate what contract, Tia? Does anybody else hear a baby crying . . . and take Pooch with you!
“Heat nation, we have a bigger goal,” James said. “This is very overwhelming to me as an individual award. But this is not the award I want, ultimately. I want that championship. That’s all that matters to me.” Photo courtesy of Roberto Koltun / Miami Herald
LeBron James, reigning Miami Heat and NBA star, accepted his third NBA MVP award Saturday, making him only the eighth player in league history to reach that milestone. The others sharing the glory— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Michael Jordan, Bill Russell, Wilt Chamberlain, Larry Bird, Magic Johnson and Moses Malone — all have won NBA titles.
“He will get his championship,” Heat President Pat Riley said, according to the Associated Press. “And there might be a lot more there, too.”
James’ numbers this season were 27.1 points, 7.9 rebounds, 6.2 assists, and 1.9 steals per game with 53 percent shooting. Though the stellar numbers were extremely comparable to last season, James fizzled out at a distant third in the MVP race behind Derrick Rose and Dwight Howard.
Why is obvious.
With the worldwide success of The Avengers and other movies that celebrate the daring feats of fictional heroes, it is good to know that there is a Master and Commander who was there from the beginning.
This Master and Commander will never fail you, leave you, or forsake you.
This Master and Commander, the source of true marvels, provides a real escape.
Baby Boy Meadows' shirt reads: "I didn't do it."
All points bulletin! Be on the look out! The perp is about 3 feet tall, cute as a bunny, and may be armed with a teddy bear and dangerous lyrics.
Colorado has lost its mind. A first grader was suspended for sexual harassment after reciting lyrics from a popular LMFAO song. D’Avonte Meadows, 6, and a “Hello Cutie” were standing in line for lunch when he “broke into song,” saying, “I’m sexy and I know it.”
It’s the cartoon camel on a pack of cigarettes conundrum: the very group the lyrics attract is least sensitive to their long-term effects. Surely, an innocent six-year-old was merely sampling those got-me-in-trouble words.
Stephanie Meadows, the rogue cutie pie’s mother (who seemed befuddled and is not LHFAO), said she couldn’t believe her son got sent up the river for a song. “I could understand if he was fondling her, looking up her skirt, trying to look in her shirt. That, to me, is sexual harassment,” she said. “I mean, I’m just floored. They’re going to look at him like he’s a pervert. And that’s not fair to him.”
Although this is the second time Baby Boy Meadows, who is a special needs child, has “defiled” the girl with song, Denver lawyers are in an uproar over his 3-day sentence to the crib.
Is Urban Music leaving a bad taste in your mouth?
Ever get that not so fresh feeling? In a world of “No scratches, no hickeys, all I want is a quickie,” I did. But it really wasn’t my fault. I had been drinking from the vine and I inadvertently (or somehow on purpose) got pulled from The Fish into a dirty puddle of UM. Urban Music. Feeling defiled, like a Levite, I had no choice but to go out back and sacrifice one he-goat, a half rack of gourmet lamb, and two organic turtledoves. (Without spot or blemish, of course.) Ignorant and godless, my neighbors merely imagined that I was barbecuing.
