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January 29, 2010

The Awakening of Elizabeth Edwards

New York Magazine painted Elizabeth Edwards as an unruly control freak with a hot-headed temper who may have cinched her husband’s presidential campaign (I can concur to that) had it not been for John Edwards’ puppet aides and a hedge fund company that allotted a lump sum of cushion to keep certain folks quiet and cozy in Southern mansions. John Edwards may have had to repeat a Bill Clinton’s televised confession to the public the 2008 style. And that would not have been a bad move at all.

So what’s the matter? Wouldn’t you be ill-tempered if your husband was John?

Having said so, my previous entry on Sept 23, 09 I stated that Elizabeth was the victim who stood by for good press while keeping her family in tacked. Nevertheless, Elizabeth, the matriarch, and the desperate mistress Rielle Hunter were badly played by the ever-so contradicting man. This is the same John Edwards who amplified a self-made logo as “Made in USA”, and yet snickered his hatred for hillbilly red-neck supporters shoving greasy fries down his throat in Southern fund-raisers. This is the man who promised his mistress a Dave Matthews Band wedding and a cinderella dream in a McMansion after his current wife passes from her cancer. The same man who then called Hunter a “crazy slut” after he impregnated her, then vehemently denied the paternity test, and so on and so on. An imbecile + without a vertebra = coward.

The positive outcome from this four year shameful saga is that Elizabeth wants her life back and is moving forward without her soon-to-be ex-husband. Let’s hope there is no relapse. As most readers would agree, I believe there would have been a better ending for Mr. & Mrs. Edwards had John came out immediately and owned up to his two-timing infidelity. Had he claimed his accountability, his wife and the public would have forgiven him and his life would be smooth sailing by now. But no, John played filthy with more lies and denial for years which pretty much exhausted people’s trust, patience and loyalty to him.

A lot of men go astray, yet most do not know how to play like a man. A real man should know that honesty is a virtue, and that my friend is the art of redemption. We will further explore this topic in my future entry.

The lesson: If you are going to boink around, then do it clean and wisely. If you get caught, admit it like The Wisely Dave Letterman. Watch his classy confession on Oct 1, 09, because I bought his speech whole heartedly with a standing ovation. Let’s hope he will turn it into a Self-Help DVD for $9.99 coming soon.


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December 7, 2009

Tiger and Roger

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , — naera @ 1:05 pm

I am devoted to tennis and the players, maybe it’s a Virgo thing. There are a handful of players I love love love: Lendl, Connors, Martina, Nadel, Blake, Clijster, Davenport, Wilsons, Federer, and the new champion 6 ft 7 Juan Martin del Potro. Omg, we need to see more of Juan, please!!!

But enough about them, today it’s about Roger Federer, My Roger Federer. The stoic, disciplined, controlled robot on court. I love Roger more because he’s been a loyal man to Mirka, his long time girlfriend of almost a decade, whom he married last April 09′. They also had twin baby girls over the summer.

Mirka is a lot like Tiger’s wife Elin, very private, guarded, beautiful and fertile. Mirka and Elin are the top thoroughbred champions. And Tiger and Roger are best friends, SERIOUS BEST FRIENDS. These two men look up to one another, they study and encourage each other’s sportsmanship, they compete with each other. These two are tight, tighter, like brothers, they even share the same Gillette’s commercial. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tiger and Roger copy each other’s techniques of nail clipping, the number of times they chew their food before swallowing… And this worries me to death…

I’m so worried that Roger may have gone astray, following the foot-steps of his main bro Tiger and is banging an erotic outcast as we speak. The thought of finding out that my Roger is actually a hungry animal who feeds on silicon boobs and fake eye lashes makes me want to vomit to nausea…

I can’t think anymore, can’t write…

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I Had An Affair with Tiger

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , — naera @ 11:06 am

I had an affair with Tiger Woods last month, I think… Which makes me one of 4,356 ladies Tiger had nailed during his tournaments while doting on his two gorgeous children and a beautiful good wife in the other room.

Tiger really thought he was going to dominate the world in the game of golf and hanky-pankies.

I watched SNL and literally spewed water all over myself while watching the skit where Tiger is about to get slaughtered by his enraged wife… Here is the video It’s classic.

What’s jaw-dropping is the staggering number of red scarlets that are coming forward to the media with their Catholic confession of bedding Mr. Woods. I’ve counted 10 ladies in total as of today. They are accumulating and quadrupling like ticks… Pretty soon we will see a village of women with deep cleavage, forming a united front to stand up against, or next to, Mr. Woods.

Surely, in this case, instead of paying off $cash$ to all the hoes and his wife, Tiger should go deep into the woods and reexamine how he will conclude his fairy-tale myth.

This is a perfect example of how most men desire only two types of women: the Top Thoroughbred and the Erotic Outcast.

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