A superior blog that looks down its self-righteous nose at American pop culture and hypocrisy.
“The best Super Bowl Halftime Show ever!” –Jay-Z, Wendy Williams, The World
It was a raucous Sunday night with just a hint of spring in the New Orleans air. The glint of Mardi Gras beads twinkled here and there in the night like stars. The massive slaughter of poultry shot the demand for chicken flesh to an all-time high. The last ounce of chicken blood was reportedly last seen swinging in a vial from Angelina Jolie’s neck. But the spookiness did not end there.
Pilar is said to be distraught over the demise of her 13-year marriage.
Deion Sanders and his second wife Pilar appeared on Christian television as the picture of Black beauty, prosperity, and marital bliss. Hmmm. Enter Tracey Edmonds stage left and he and his gorgeous wife are exiting stage right . . . to divorce court.
"Did I do that?"
Time after time, not an eighth note passes, before Alicia Keys strikes another wrong note with her fans. Her career began to ooze and fester around the time of her adulterous affair with music producer Swizz Beatz, the deadbeat, who had yet to look black and untether himself from his lovely wife, Mashonda, mother of his young son. When radio jock Tom Joyner repeated the unfortunate but tantalizing Swizz Beatz tweet saying, ‘Alicia Keys is in my kitchen making me breakfast buck naked,’ we all knew that the apron strings of a decent reputation had all but unraveled.
