Singer and new Voice coach Shakira has released a photo of her baby, for a good cause. That Gerard Pique sure is a handsome fella, isn’t he? Oh, and their son is pictured too! Shakira gave birth two weeks ago to Milan, seen above sharing a sweet moment with his soccer star dad. Want to celebrate the moment with them? The photo was made available through the couple’s UNICEF website , where the charity is accepting $5-110 donations in honor of the arrival of Milan. “We hope that, in his name, other less privileged children in the world can have their basic needs covered through gifts and donations,” Shakira, 36, writes. “Thank you for sharing this unforgettable moment with us.”
Irina Shayk is a fucking babe….and I don’t care how many gay guys she had to pretend to date to get to the cover SI…I am just glad her hustled worked out for her…so that I can stare at these motherfuckin’ titties….half naked…promoting bikinis..which is a way better job then working the brothel she was working what her soccer playing champion’s staff recruited her and made her a “model”….
This is totally out of character for me, but I am actually very affected by the shooting that happened Friday, which is weird as I am normally the first to mock tragedy to get a rise out of people for no reason other than personal enjoyment, laughs and giggles….but the fact that they were kids, little fucking kids and is just too fucking twisted for there to be any spin on it…even “last day of school” jokes don’t make me laugh….the whole thing makes me fucking sick to my stomach. That said, here’s an interesting article that I read earlier today – that in the wake of the events, I think is a good story, written by Liza Long, a blogger over at Anarchist Soccer Mom who will be getting a book deal now that this has gone viral…in what I think may be the first viral article…something I find relatively exciting…because it means people still read…you should read it…because guns aren’t the issue…violence behavior and mental health is…. Three days before 20 year-old Adam Lanza killed his mother, then opened fire on a classroom full of Connecticut kindergartners, my 13-year old son Michael (name changed) missed his bus because he was wearing the wrong color pants. “I can wear these pants,” he said, his tone increasingly belligerent, the black-hole pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue irises. “They are navy blue,” I told him. “Your school’s dress code says black or khaki pants only.” “They told me I could wear these,” he insisted. “You’re a stupid bitch. I can wear whatever pants I want to. This is America. I have rights!” “You can’t wear whatever pants you want to,” I said, my tone affable, reasonable. “And you definitely cannot call me a stupid bitch. You’re grounded from electronics for the rest of the day. Now get in the car, and I will take you to school.” I live with a son who is mentally ill. I love my son. But he terrifies me. A few weeks ago, Michael pulled a knife and threatened to kill me and then himself after I asked him to return his overdue library books. His 7 and 9 year old siblings knew the safety plan—they ran to the car and locked the doors before I even asked them to. I managed to get the knife from Michael, then methodically collected all the sharp objects in the house into a single Tupperware container that now travels with me. Through it all, he continued to scream insults at me and threaten to kill or hurt me. That conflict ended with three burly police officers and a paramedic wrestling my son onto a gurney for an expensive ambulance ride to the local emergency room. The mental hospital didn’t have any beds that day, and Michael calmed down nicely in the ER, so they sent us home with a prescription for Zyprexa and a follow-up visit with a local pediatric psychiatrist. We still don’t know what’s wrong with Michael. Autism spectrum, ADHD, Oppositional Defiant or Intermittent Explosive Disorder have all been tossed around at various meetings with probation officers and social workers and counselors and teachers and school administrators. He’s been on a slew of antipsychotic and mood altering pharmaceuticals, a Russian novel of behavioral plans. Nothing seems to work. At the start of seventh grade, Michael was accepted to an accelerated program for highly gifted math and science students. His IQ is off the charts. When he’s in a good mood, he will gladly bend your ear on subjects ranging from Greek mythology to the differences between Einsteinian and Newtonian physics to Doctor Who. He’s in a good mood most of the time. But when he’s not, watch out. And it’s impossible to predict what will set him off. Several weeks into his new junior high school, Michael began exhibiting increasingly odd and threatening behaviors at school. We decided to transfer him to the district’s most restrictive behavioral program, a contained school environment where children who can’t function in normal classrooms can access their right to free public babysitting from 7:30-1:50 Monday through Friday until they turn 18. The morning of the pants incident, Michael continued to argue with me on the drive. He would occasionally apologize and seem remorseful. Right before we turned into his school parking lot, he said, “Look, Mom, I’m really sorry. Can I have video games back today?” “No way,” I told him. “You cannot act the way you acted this morning and think you can get your electronic privileges back that quickly.” His face turned cold, and his eyes were full of calculated rage. “Then I’m going to kill myself,” he said. “I’m going to jump out of this car right now and kill myself.” That was it. After the knife incident, I told him that if he ever said those words again, I would take him straight to the mental hospital, no ifs, ands, or buts. I did not respond, except to pull the car into the opposite lane, turning left instead of right. “Where are you taking me?” he said, suddenly worried. “Where are we going?” “You know where we are going,” I replied. “No! You can’t do that to me! You’re sending me to hell! You’re sending me straight to hell!” I pulled up in front of the hospital, frantically waiving for one of the clinicians who happened to be standing outside. “Call the police,” I said. “Hurry.” Michael was in a full-blown fit by then, screaming and hitting. I hugged him close so he couldn’t escape from the car. He bit me several times and repeatedly jabbed his elbows into my rib cage. I’m still stronger than he is, but I won’t be for much longer. The police came quickly and carried my son screaming and kicking into the bowels of the hospital. I started to shake, and tears filled my eyes as I filled out the paperwork—“Were there any difficulties with… at what age did your child… were there any problems with.. has your child ever experienced.. does your child have…” At least we have health insurance now. I recently accepted a position with a local college, giving up my freelance career because when you have a kid like this, you need benefits. You’ll do anything for benefits. No individual insurance plan will cover this kind of thing. For days, my son insisted that I was lying—that I made the whole thing up so that I could get rid of him. The first day, when I called to check up on him, he said, “I hate you. And I’m going to get my revenge as soon as I get out of here.” By day three, he was my calm, sweet boy again, all apologies and promises to get better. I’ve heard those promises for years. I don’t believe them anymore. On the intake form, under the question, “What are your expectations for treatment?” I wrote, “I need help.” And I do. This problem is too big for me to handle on my own. Sometimes there are no good options. So you just pray for grace and trust that in hindsight, it will all make sense. I am sharing this story because I am Adam Lanza’s mother. I am Dylan Klebold’s and Eric Harris’s mother. I am Jason Holmes’s mother. I am Jared Loughner’s mother. I am Seung-Hui Cho’s mother. And these boys—and their mothers—need help. In the wake of another horrific national tragedy, it’s easy to talk about guns. But it’s time to talk about mental illness. According to Mother Jones, since 1982, 61 mass murders involving firearms have occurred throughout the country. Of these, 43 of the killers were white males, and only one was a woman. Mother Jones focused on whether the killers obtained their guns legally (most did). But this highly visible sign of mental illness should lead us to consider how many people in the U.S. live in fear, like I do. When I asked my son’s social worker about my options, he said that the only thing I could do was to get Michael charged with a crime. “If he’s back in the system, they’ll create a paper trail,” he said. “That’s the only way you’re ever going to get anything done. No one will pay attention to you unless you’ve got charges.” I don’t believe my son belongs in jail. The chaotic environment exacerbates Michael’s sensitivity to sensory stimuli and doesn’t deal with the underlying pathology. But it seems like the United States is using prison as the solution of choice for mentally ill people. According to Human Rights Watch, the number of mentally ill inmates in U.S. prisons quadrupled from 2000 to 2006, and it continues to rise—in fact, the rate of inmate mental illness is five times greater (56 percent) than in the non-incarcerated population. With state-run treatment centers and hospitals shuttered, prison is now the last resort for the mentally ill—Rikers Island, the LA County Jail and Cook County Jail in Illinois housed the nation’s largest treatment centers in 2011. No one wants to send a 13-year old genius who loves Harry Potter and his snuggle animal collection to jail. But our society, with its stigma on mental illness and its broken healthcare system, does not provide us with other options. Then another tortured soul shoots up a fast food restaurant. A mall. A kindergarten classroom. And we wring our hands and say, “Something must be done.” I agree that something must be done. It’s time for a meaningful, nation-wide conversation about mental health. That’s the only way our nation can ever truly heal. God help me. God help Michael. God help us all.
Think Pamela Anderson is second-guessing last night’s Dancing With the Stars results ? Soccer star Hope Solo, never one to mince words, claims DWTS is rigged, citing occurrences during her stint on the show that “prove” producers, not voters, call the shots. The 31-year-old, who partnered with Maksim Chmerkovskiy en route to a fourth-place finish, says they received a “secret memo” that revealed they would be ousted several weeks earlier. Hope writes in her recently-released memoir: “Maks later told me he argued with the judges because he’d been told we were going to be eliminated, that there a secret memo going around that said who would be ousted each week.” “He explained that he wanted to cause some drama on the live portion of the show so that they wouldn’t be able to resist keeping us around, hoping for more fireworks.” “It seems to have worked – we weren’t eliminated that week.” Insiders says the show’s producers are livid with Hope, who also accused Maks of slapping her on the set, believing “she made up the allegations merely to sell books.” ABC is exploring legal options against the Olympian. For his part, the always outspoken Maks has had no comment so far; he and Kristie Alley, his partner after Hope, are reunited this season on Dancing With the Stars: All Stars.
I haven’t been to the strippers in a long fucking time…it’s been at least a month….For someone who used to go multiple times a day….for hours on end….doing my work and eating their free buffet while staring at ghetto cunts with bad attitudes dance badly…that’s a long fucking time… I think as I got older and the pussy I got with got hotter…I realized that damaged hot girls with implants exist who don’t strip….and they are more fun cuz with stripping comes a whole gym bag filled with more than just regular clothes, but issues that even porn chicks don’t have….from seedy drug dealers, obsessed fans to the fact they think they are celebrities at some Miley Cyrus level fame while really they aren’t shit an attitude that may mask their just sad, depressed, miserable whore who have given up lives….but who don’t suck fucking dick, even for money….. See I don’t care about saving girls or their issues, I care about being their issues cuz issues aren’t fun especially since non-stripper girls just slut out for free and are always better at it….. But maybe I’m just hating cuz I don’t go to Strip Clubs like rapper French Montana – cuz this Pop That contest is awesome…
Irina Shayk is modeling some half naked shit and she is amazing in it, especially since she is in video, because every half naked girl looks better in video, and Irina Shayk, being the hot model she is, is the kind of girl everyone wants to see posing in video, except maybe her husband, but not because he’s jaded and so used to seeing her half naked that it doesn’t phase him or interest him as he’s more into new pussy, and not because he’s jealous and hates hr career, and wants her half naked all to himself, but because he is homosexual and more into his hidden cam videos of his soccer team locker room…cuz it’s not gay if you have a hot girlfriend or if you’re jerking off to your team…..you know how this jocks work.
We now pause from reporting on Ryan Lochte’s abs and Michael Phelps’ girlfriend Megan Rossee to bring you some important news that should make any American proud: Curiosity, NASA’s long-touted plutonium-powered rover, made a picture perfect landing on Mars today and etched its name in space exploration history. Earlier Monday, the agency released a photograph taken by its Mars Reconnaissance Orbiter showing the rover still encased in the descent capsule. Shortly after, it touched down on the planet’s surface. During the early hours of the morning, the rover, about the size of a small car, was lowered at the end of 25-foot-long cables into a Martian crater. Over the years, NASA’s orbiter taken about 120 photographs of the crater in preparation for the rover, with left Earth more than eight months ago. “But I really think this is the coolest one,” Sarah Milkovich, a NASA scientist who works with the orbiter camera, said during a news conference. “What’s amazing about it is the miracle of this engineering ,” said John P. Grotzinger, the scientist who spearheaded the groundbreaking project. The rover ushers in a new era of exploration that could turn up evidence that Mars once boasted the ingredients for life – or might even still. NASA and administration officials were also quick to laud the mission amid criticism that the agency has become a bureaucracy long past its prime. “If anybody has been harboring doubts about the status of U.S. leadership in space,“ John P. Holdren, the president’s science adviser, said. “There’s a one-ton, automobile-size piece of American ingenuity, and it’s sitting on the surface of Mars right now.” One can only imagine what wonders it will discover on the red planet. U-S-A! U-S-A!
The U.S. Women’s Soccer Team is poised for the rematch its been waiting for since last summer. But it took everything this team had to get there. The Stars and Stripes overcame a hat trick by Christine Sinclair and defeated Canada 4-3 this afternoon, with the winning goal coming off a header by Alex Morgan three minutes into injury time. Earlier in the game, Megan Rapinoe scored in the 54th and 70th minutes, while Abby Wambach tied the match in the 80th for the Americans. Okay, there’s one thing more exciting than Alex Morgan nude pics. Next up for the impressive squad? A Gold Medal showdown against Japan, who shocked the U.S. on penalty kicks and won the 2011 World Cup. That match will take place at 7:45 p.m. local time in London. United States citizens might have sat down from cheering by them. Let’s go, team! Bring it on home!
The best thing about the UK is not the Olympics that are starting today and that I will watch for the gymnastics cuz I like the outfits the girls wear, cuz even if they all look like little 13 year old elves with big shoulders, ready to move pianos, they got cameltoe while they flip, bend and twist…. The best thing about the UK is the Glamour Models…this gang of fucking sluts with big tits who would probably have never bothered stripping despite their big tits but would have instead been party sluts with drug dealer boyfriends…but are now party sluts with pro Soccer playing boyfriends….living the good life…just for getting topless….Millionaires for being half naked….an important reminder to busty girls that they should drop out of college….cuz all they need are their tits to get a head….real or not…just use them and you can make more money than any accountant…doctor…or lawyer….maybe it is a flaw in society, or maybe it’s amazing… Jodie Marsh was also seen on the beach in a bikini – and the paparzzi were there so click the link to seee those pics… TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
Hope Solo of the U.S. soccer team says that the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing were filled with drinking, revelry and sex … off the field of course. Before she packs her bags to head to London for the 2012 Olympics next week, the star revealed some sizzling secrets from the 2008 Beijing games. Solo failed a drug test recently but was let off with a warning and will compete in London. She told the newest issue of ESPN The Magazine: After topping Brazil 1-0 to take the gold, the post-match celebration was so raucous that they were still drunk during an interview the next morning. “When we were done partying, we got out of our nice dresses, got back into our stadium coats and, with no sleep, went on the Today show drunk,” she says. Still inebriated, she answered a question : “There is no pressure going into the game, other than it being a World Cup – I mean an … an Olympic Final!” It wasn’t just sports stars who enjoyed a night on the town in the Chinese city, as the soccer team was joined on their all-night bender by Vince Vaughn. And while she doesn’t name names, the 5’9″ beauty even sneaked a mystery celebrity back to her room at the Olympic Village for a raunchy rendezvous. She calls this her “Olympic secret.” “There’s a lot of sex going on!” Hope revealed. “Unlike at a bar, it’s not awkward to strike up a conversation because you have something in common.” However, “If you don’t have discipline, the village can be a huge distraction,” she warned … hopefully not for her. Somehow we think she can handle it. [Photo: WENN.com]
