Eve's African Dictator Chic
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True, its hard to hold Eve -- who has, we cannot fail to note, poochie scratch marks tattooed on her breasts -- to any conventional standard of taste (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment). But one would think she might eschew dating a dictator-in-training. Perhaps? Is there anything more loathesome on this Big Blue Marble than a dictator? Is there anything sexy about palling around on a yacht rented on a Third World nation's siphoned off oil revenues? (Averted Gaze) We think fucking not.
We guess the decidedly amoral Eve is coming around. According to RusandMolloy:
"Rapper Eve is distancing herself from her on-again, off-again boyfriend, the son of an African dictator, even as he came closer to power last week.
"The entire 50-man government of Equatorial Guinea walked out Thursday after pressure from Teodorin Nguema Obiang's father, Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo, who's been 'president' since 1979.
"Called one of the most ruthless dictators in the world, President Obiang reportedly siphons off $700 million a year from the oil-rich country's profits.
"Teodorin, the Minister of Forestry, or the 'Minister of Chopping Down Trees,' as some call him, pursued Eve relentlessly until she finally 'gave up' and started going out with him, sources told us."
Ah, the education of a dictator. Excessive Thumos. Primate aggression. Relentlessness. The unquenchable thirst for power. And Eve handed the tyrant yet another victory, cementing his prime directive of conquest or death. Nice.
"The international playboy spent $700,000 at Christmas to rent Paul Allen's yacht to fete her on St. Bart's, tooled around in one of his two Bentleys, and invested $25 million in a rap label, Detroit's TNO Entertainment.
"But the rapper-actress, who gets involved in good causes like promoting HIV testing, probably couldn't help but feel a twinge of conscience being with a spendthrift whose people live on $1 a day. What's more, her friends were jamming her to end it."
Nice to know that when one's individual conscience craps out, one's friends can be there to tell you that no, it is not all right to fuck around with a butcher-in-training.