And can I be the first person to say "it's about damned time".  I am so tired of reading about that piece of turd that I don't know what to do. 

I don't know what half the black bloggers of the blogosphere are going to talk about now.  They'll be like John Madden last night on Monday Night Football, as the homeless Saints/Vicks game got so boring that he started talking for five minutes about how he dropped some mustard on his tie.  They even showed a closeup in the booth of the tie too. 

If there is one good thing I can say about Tookie, it's gotta be about that helluva fro that kat had back in the day. 

I ain't gonna lie; I'm jealous.  F'real.  I mean that mug was like asymetrical to the tee, all jazzed and afrosheened up and everything.  And see, you can't appreciate a good fro like that until you TRY to grow one yourself.  I couldn't grow a fro that hot to save my life (pun intended).  Tookie truly set a standard that all fro growers could aspire to attain. 

A children's book?  Pssh.  That kat should have written a FRO book.  I woulda granted him clemency just off of that alone.

And we AIN'T about to start talkin about those arms.  Sick.

But anyway, he's dead.  That's a good thing.  Now lets move on to things more important, like watching paint dry.  I would say watching grass grow, but ain't no grass growing in winter.  *shrugs*