Target: Ukraine?
Hmm. I don’t like the sound of this. I don’t like it one bit.
In Ukraine, Fear of Being a Resurgent Russia’s Next Target (New York Times)
In a Political Twist, a Hairdo as Manifesto (New York Times)
Ad Out, Slavic Love Goddesses?
The final Slam of the year is upon us, and some of the ladies are feeling just a tad neglected. It’s Rafa this, Rafa that. Ooh, Rafa, your magnificently sculpted guns. Rafa, did you know you could be the first man to win the French, Wimbledon, and the Open in one summer since Laver in ‘69? To win gold in Beijing and do that would be a sort of Rafa Slam, no? Is Unbelievable, no?
Well no, not really, not if you grew up in the anarchy of Post-Soviet Russia or Eastern Europe and had to practice your approach shots with the broken stocks of old AK-47s and eat surplus Red Army boots instead of Power Bars during changeovers. And still grew into an impossibly lovely and elegant young woman who is six feet tall with a firm and supple and consummately athletic body and fluent in nine languages. You’re thinking, Can I get a little credit here?
Many player profiles and updates to come. While you’re watching the action from Flushing Meadow over the next two weeks, may we suggest you bear one thing in mind? Keep it Pure. Keep it Pure.
I’m Too Sexy for My Cell: Amanda Knox
Italy murder suspect Amanda Knox has reportedly been annoying her jailers by singing Beatles songs. She also recently pled to the court of world opinion with a release of diary entries and other cellblock writings claiming innocence. Published in Corriere della Sera, Amanda’s opinions include the idea that her attractiveness helped make the case a sensation.
“If I had been ugly, would they have acted in the same way? I don’t think so.” - Amanda
Agreed. We’re here, aren’t we?
Poem blurb from Amanda:
“Open your eyes and see that when it is said I am an angel, or a demon, or a lost girl, recognise that what is really lost is: the truth!”
We’ll get back to you on that.
Read the full update at Times Online.
Will the Rielle Rielle Please Stand Up
Rielle Hunter, admitted lover of John Edwards (at least by John), is missing again. May we recommend the lady for a milk carton? She moved on from North Carolina to a million dollar gated community in Santa Barbara (with a well-documented getaway at the Beverly Hills Hilton) to the Caribbean island of St Croix (Nat’l Enquirer) and now to an undisclosed location. She’s missing. Greta, can we get you on this?