I really didn’t know who Shakir Stewart was, before he committed suicide. I’m betting there’s more to the story, somehow.
Well, I guess it goes to show money, fame and power don’t really make you happy. Not that you’ll ever get a chance to know that, because once Obama is president, nobody outside the Glorious One’s inner-circle will ever get to know what it’s like to be rich and powerful. Or keep the money you earn. Or go to the doctor of your choice.
Heh. I’m exaggerating. I hope.
Update: To be clear, I know absolutely nothing about Shakir Stewart, and am not judging him or the overall quality of his life or anything else. Basically, I got no idea what I’m talking about. But thanks for coming by.
Update 2: Also, someone complained that the next pictures was one of Katt Williams (who was in the news at the same time, not my fault) was the next picture seen, holding a gun. Apparently some of you smarter-than-me folks thought I was making a suggestion I was not. And I’m not getting rid of the picture, but I am going to put a humorous depiction of a cat-and-dog from I Can Haz Cheezburger between them, to break it up a little bit.
And now, a random picture of an attractive young woman:
Next, an elipsis, and the Update Will end, and Back to the Original Post.
In other news, Katt Williams is not dead. The plane crash thing is a rumor. Didn’t happen. That’s about all I got there. Other than he looks like a good Enforcer, in that picture, for the coming Obama administration. Guns in one hand, to get the Joe-the-Plumber’s to zip their lips, and the money plucked out of Joe’s wallet in the other. You fix the Constitution, Obama. You fix it right up.
Sarah Palin got a prank call. Well, it happens. It was from a guy pretending to be from the MSM, asking actual questions about politics without a hidden agenda to somehow destroy her and elect Obama Supreme Leader for Life. Once the prank caller asked about how cutting the capital gains taxes traditionally increases real revenues to the Federal Treasury, Palin caught on. “Now, come on. This really isn’t Tom Brokaw, is it? Come on. You can admit it.”
And you’re very interested in gooey duck. Actually spelled “geoduck”. I’ve never heard of it, and really can’t bring myself to care about it now. Has something to do with shellfish and illegally growing them on state tidelands? What?
You know, I remember a day when a fella could buy a plot of land, raise him some gooey ducks, and make himself a living. Apparently, with all the EPA and Fish and Wildlife and nature preserves and federal tidelands and Greenpeace and what not, nobody gets to make a living or feed their family, except when they serve at the pleasure of bureaucrats in government and politicians in Washington.
Thomas Jefferson must be turning over in his grave. Or, being turned over by his slaves, as turning over himself would probably have been too much work for a member of the landed gentry.
In other news, you’re very interested in Tim Elbow’s girlfriend. Apparently she’s stacked. And if a guy with a douchey last name like Elbow has a girlfriend that hot, there’s hope for all of us Internet Geekz, huh?
What? Tim Tebow? Whatever. Name’s still douchey.
Oops. Apparently there’s some controversy over which chick is actually Tim Tebow’s girlfriend. Well, to each his own, but I’d suggest he goes with the really stacked chick. She’s hot.
Apparently, hot chick isn’t his girlfriend, and her name is not Erin Drewes. What her actual name is, I still don’t know. Here she is again:
Or is it Erin Drewes? Aw, who the hell knows. Another pic of her in a bikini, though, seems called for:
Is that Lucy Pinder? Tim Tebow? What kind of names are these?
I see you’re also looking for phil 4 13. I assume that’s Philippian’s 4:13: “I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.”
This is true, my friends. Yes, you can. Yes, you can.
Hint. “Him who gives me strength” is not Barack Obama. Or anybody in politics. Or anybody in entertainment. Or anybody on this earth. Check out the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John for more information.
Peace, my brotherz and sistahz. Peace.