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Follow Friday: Notable and Newsworthy


So it’s been a busy week in terms of news. Everyone is still reeling from the May 1st headlines so in case you’ve been suffering from a mediasphere hangover, I’d like to share a few key news stories that you may have missed:

Florida does it again. It seems that the Florida legislature may have inadvertently made sex illegal. Oh, Florida….what are we going to do with you? You can’t manage the 2000 election. You lead the country in bank foreclosures and your government is facing a shortfall of over $3 billion. You’re not even really part of “The South.” Maybe we should give Puerto Rico a turn. Or sell the whole state to Disney World.

 



Meanwhile, while we’re all still giddily euphoric over the Royal Wedding, we were slammed with the news that a branch of America’s royal family has been pruned.  Arnold Schwarzenneger is no longer a Kennedy. Maybe it’s all part of the Governator’s plan to be the next Bruce Wayne. Maybe Maria feels the need to search for an eligible bachelor politician who might actually be able to serve as president of the United States.  Whatever the reason, thank goodness we have the birth of Mariah Carey’s twins to distract us. 

With news like this, it’s enough to think that the world might just be coming to an end. May 21, 2011? October 21, 2011? December 21, 2012? Nobody is really sure of the truth. Well, some people seem pretty sure of the truth. I personally liked the Huffington Post’s 21 reasons why May 21 is not the end of the world.  I guess we’ll know for sure in a few days.


Might just be one more Follow Friday left. Get it while it lasts!








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