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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
10:50 AM


Here Comes The Bride

 

It seems as if the world can't get enough of Usher's latest publicity stunt, so who am I to ignore the fray? Shortly after being "reported" in the National Enquirer that Usher's fiancé or beard (depending on who you're talking to), Tameka "Don't Call Me Maneka" Foster was a liar, fraud, and ex-con, the lavish spiritual union planned between the two adulterous souls was cancelled only hours before the ceremony was to begin on Saturday.

Why? Which rumor do you want to believe? The one where Usher found out he didn't know that his fiancé used to run welfare scans? The one about Tameka wanting barbecue at the reception and demanding that her mother wear her teeth to the affair? The one where Usher's mother and up until Tameka got the draws, life planner, refused to attend the wedding? What about the one that Tameka steals clothes and sells them at sample sales in Atlanta? Have you heard that the IRS is after her?

Whatever the reason, the wedding didn't happen, so I'm sure several Usher enthusiasts blasted, "Yeah!" as loud as possible once news broke.

Are they still together? I don't know, but I'm sure we'll know by the time news of an album release date breaks. Do you care? If you don't, care until you're done reading this entry.

The most interesting thing about this whole album interest-generating publicity stunt is how bloggers and radio people from all over have blasted Tameka.

I've never read the Sandra Rose blog, but after finding this entry re-posted on a message board, maybe I should start. It seems only a week ago did the attention-loving would-be bride sent Sandra an email boasting about her pending nuptials.

From: Tameka Foster [email addy removed]
To: sandra@sandrarose.com
Subject: Sandra Darling
Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2007 01:12:33

Sandra Darling,

I love that you have given me so much coverage lately on your
little website. It does my heart good with so popularity. You keeping me in the spotlight is exactly what I want and I would like to personally thank you and give kudos. Also, the wedding invitations will soon be in the mail, but unfortunately you will not be attending nor photographing it. Tah, Tah.

Thanks Doll,
Mrs. Tameka Foster-Raymond

PS: U**** sends his love

Y'know, she really needs to quit acting like she's such a celebrity that people are so entranced with. She only gets a little shine because of her affiliation with mini Ben Vereen, and it's her juvenile antics that has Usher set on what's looking to be a bad era musically. She has three kids and she's knocking on 40. Grow the hell up, tranny/beard/man (quoting Wendy).

I suppose that's easier said than done, as Miss Popularity has spoken to People magazine about the rumors surrounding her canceled wedding. Let me summarize: Blah blah blah.


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