Justice 4 Two Sisters: Less Than an Hour After Alleged Rape, Player Sent eMail About Hiring,Killing Strippers

Justice 4 Two Sisters: Less Than an Hour After Alleged Rape, Player Sent eMail About Hiring,Killing Strippers I declare these guys are going to keep my 'fro picked out the rest of the year...no matter...if it raises awareness and brings justice, I say pick on. Seriously this gets more gruesome by the day; as one of my friends said to me on IM, this sounds like something out of Silence of the Lambs, not a prestigious university. Authorities Reveal eMail Message By Benjamin Niolet, staff writer DURHAM -- Less than an hour after a woman said she was raped at a Duke University lacrosse party, authorities say one of the team's players sent an e-mail message in which he talked about hiring strippers and killing them. The text of the e-mail was included in a search warrant application investigators used to search the dorm room and apartment of team member Ryan McFadyen, a sophomore defenseman on the team. According to the warrant, which was unsealed today, a confidential source sent investigators a copy of the e-mail, which they believe originated from McFadyen's Duke University e-mail address. It was sent at 1:58 a.m. on March 14, about a half hour after the woman, an employee of an escort service, told police she had been raped at the party where she had been hired to perform. "Tomorrow night, after tonights show, ive decided to have some strippers over," the message read. "However there will be no nudity. i plan on killing bitches as soon as the walk in and proceeding to cut their skin off." The message goes on to read that he would find the act sexually gratifying. Investigators used the warrant to search McFadyen's dorm room and car. Investigators seized posters, cash, computers, memory cards and a hard drive, papers and drawings and a disposable camera.

McKinney: Race(or that shot-up hair) sparked tiff with police

No, we are convinced it was that "somebody shot my braids with a shotgun hair!" Baby girl what IS it???? A man? Crack? Cynthia looks like she need to be sittin at the kitchen table on Friday night with a bottle of Crown Royal and a cigarette playin' solitaire with "I'm Catchin Hell" by Natalie Cole playin' on the "hi-fi"(shout out if you know what a hi-fi is). We here at the Shop weren't ever big fans of them Colonial Williamsburg Slave Actress braids either, but as my good friend A would say, "Good LAWD! What 'the WORLD?" Cynthia stop by Under the Dryer dahlin....touch up is on us. Meanwhile, just to reminisce, here's the lyrics to that brown-liqour classic...Cynthia this goes out to you sweetie.: I'm Catchin' Hell by Natalie Cole Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy Tonight, i, I just want to talk to the ladies, oh fellows you're cool but girls If you've got a good man, you'd better keep him, Oh I know you're saying right now, what does she know? Who is she to tell me about my situation?, well, I don't know your situation But whatever it is, you should try to stay together You know that big argument that you had the other night, remember? Well, today it's not nothing, just don't let him leave you honey Cause then you'll find out that it wasn't those real big things you loved about him It was the real small things, go on and laugh but it's true You know, things that you've seen a thousand times around the house But never paid any attention to, like helping with the groceries And helping in the yard and painting and repairing and huh, paying the bills But you know now, all I have is memories and regrets I could have given our love a chance to grow but no I had to challenge it and be heard (oh), let me tell you something That female liberation stuff, I don't know, sometimes I don't think it's worth it And I'm really feeling, feeling kind of bad y'all, I'm catching hell living here alone Hmm, I never realized, oh Lord, that you mean so much to me I'm catching hell living here alone, I want you to come back baby Come back cause here's where you belong, oh yeah If I could replay, if I could replay that whole scene again, oh well You know that I would never, never say it again, that our love, our love is at it's end And oh, you know that I would kind of ease on back, yes I would And let confusion pass on by, I took moves well, oh yeah Without one good reason why, I'm catching hell, catching hell Lord I'm living, living, living here alone, alone, lone, I didn't believe it could be You know all the pressure on me, all the time, oh, I'm catching hell, well, well Living here alone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, to tell you the truth To tell you the truth I'm going out of my mind---, yeah, oh do you hear me tonight I don't have too (this is my story) much more to say except Somebody (hey, this is my song) told me that if you've got something That's good to you and you don't use it (sad, sad) you might lose it (sad, song) (song, so sad) so girls hold on to your good thing (oh), (you gotta hold on a little bit now) And don't let go, oh---do you hear me tonight, it's so sad living alone Living alone (hmm), hold on to your good thing, hold on, (well, well) oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah---oh, oh, oh, lordy, lordy do you know what it's like Catching hell, (somebody turn up the microphone, oh---), oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

Pour Out a Little Liquor for Cynthia McKinney - Wonkette

Pour Out a Little Liquor for Cynthia McKinney - Wonkette I'm sorry this is just STRAIGHT funny...for the "I Wonder If Heaven Got a Ghetto" bill alone. Wonkette must have African-American writers on staff.

Naomi Campbell Should Throw Out First Pitch on MLB Opening Day

Naomi Campbell Is Accused of Assaulting Housekeeper - New York Times I mean if Naomi has the guns to throw a cell phone hard enough to cut her housekeeper's head "till the white meat show", she might have a 2nd careeer as an MLB pitcher. My beloved, injury-laden Chicago Cubs bullpen might wanna take a look at her, for real. I saw Bush step down and let Naomi chuck the first pitch 'cross the plate. Seriously sistas, we knew from when this story first broke Friday her housekeeper was not a sister. If she'd had ....oh...Quita lets say? You know it woulda been vaseline on the face, hold my earrings, weave snatched, all OUT project-whoopin down Naomi's steps and out into the street. Over some jeans. Come on Naomi, like you couldn't call down to Macy's and have someone bring you over another pair of Seven for All Mankinds? Girl please. We will be adding a 'ghetto fab stunt' section to the sidebar soon in honor of this momentous occasion.