When they adapt the life story of Willie T. Coleman, Jr. for the silver screen, there shouldn’t be any discussion as to which African American A-lister will portray the guy:
I know, Wesley Snipes, right!? Right? He’d be perfect: “Always bet on black…when betting on landmark civil rights cases, that is. In games of chance, it’s pretty much 50-50, really.”
In reality, Coleman’s a hugely important guy — not long after becoming the first black Supreme Court clerk, he co-wrote the legal brief that brought down segregation in public schools nationwide and made for a wholesome and mildly entertaining moment in Forrest Gump.
But seriously, though, this guy looks just like James Earl Jones.
Nice, gay marriage proponents: Stealing the concept of nonconventional marriage support from Ben & Jerry’s. How very Obama of you. You liberals are shameless. Shameless, I say.
a) In a reprisal of the Tupac-Biggie war of the mid-1990s, the president and the army chief of Guinea-Bissau seem to have offed each other via proxy assassination. As luck would have it, this appears to leave a guy named Carlos Gomes Junior in “a relatively strong position” to assume power. So the Colombian coke smugglers who have chosen to use G-B as a rest stop on their road trip to Amy Winehouse’s nostrils apparently may have a guy in power who can speak their language (and hopefully help out if they ever need to reclaim 600 kilos of confiscated product).
b) People are really overreacting to the news about Martha Stewart’s stupid dead dog. For all their fluff and bearish good looks, chows are vicious fuckers.
c) Chris Daly is pushing new tenants rights laws, landlords are “shocked,” The Gav is apprehensive. Also, the Warriors are bad and some media execs are apparently as evil/oblivious as finance execs.
