Showing posts with label intervention. Show all posts
Showing posts with label intervention. Show all posts

Friday, July 10, 2009

more on the McNair affair





I am soo tired of the following:

1. police and media referring to her as a "girlfriend" Jump-off or side piece would be the proper terminology
2. media continuing to interview her friends and family who have repeatedly lied to sugarcoat her personality and situation
3. media ignoring the racy and hoeish nature of all those photos she posted on Facebook with her T & A hanging out. Can we at least get a comment?
4. media acting as if it is perfectly acceptable and legal to leave home at age 15 to move to another state with your adult boyfriend. Would someone please question her family about THIS? How the hell were they raising her? Could we get some charges filed against that boyfriend for statutory rape? Can we charge her parents with something please or at least make them understand they were not going about things the right way?
5. people making excuses for the "stress" in her life. If worrying about making rent and car note are valid excuses for murder, I'm about to go postal on a select few people. The stuff they are talking about is normal everyday stuff. The fact that she couldn't handle it is further proof she had ongoing mental issues--issues I'm sure her friends and family were aware of.
6. media continuing to ignore the fact this girl knew he had a wife and kids, even met his family when they came in to eat at the restaurant where she waitressed. She gave nary a thought to his kids when he was flying her all over the country on lavish vacations or showering her with gifts. Even if he said he was getting divorced (which, by the way, sounds like some bull she and/or her sister-cousin cooked up to make her look less like a homewrecker because no papers were ever filed and the wife doesn't know anything about it) he was STILL MARRIED. "Getting divorced" isn't the same as "divorced."
7. Media ignoring the fact she had an unregistered, unlicensed handgun she purchased illegally from a co-worker. Can we at least get an arrest there?
8. If the jump-off had been named Shaniqua instead of Shahel, they would have ruled on cause of death at the scene. Her co-worker would have been in jail and her family would have been ignored. The media might have delved into her past, painting her as a loose woman who was looking to make a buck off McNair and lost it when it didn't pay off. Her family wouldn't have been given a chance to defend her character. We wouldn't have heard about her dead mother. She wouldn't be given the title girlfriend or even mistress. She would have been labeled "regular call girl" or something along those lines. They might have even sprinkled some crack around the scene a la Dave Chappelle. I'm just saying...

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Coolio Claims the Crack Wasn't His


Coolio caught three charges for felony drug possession, misdemeanor possession of drug paraphernalia, and felony battery when he was trying to catch a flight at LAX in March. Airport screeners did a routine screening and physical check of his baggage and found crack cocaine and a pipe. Coolio allegedly attempted to grab the arm of the screener to keep her from searching his bag. Now Coolio denies the stuff was his. In an interview with TMZ, Coolio insists he "just happened to get caught up in the scene and they could have did DNA, they could have did all kinds of stuff to find out if it was mine, but they didn't."
Coolio goes on to say, "They just got the bag and assumed it was mine...If you do bring drugs to the airport, you don't put 'em in your bag, you put 'em in your pocket. I used to smoke marijuana and I travelled with it for years, and I never put it in my bag. I always had it in my pocket. I'm not dumb like that, but you know... That was some bullshit. The unfortunate thing about it is this, is that when my name is cleared, more people are not gonna hear about it than heard about it. That's life in the city, that's the life of a celebrity. My friends and my family know it's not me. God knows it's not me. In essence, let me just put it to you like this: I don't give a fuck!"

Did this Negro just tell where he hides his stash?