Tony Snow, former White House spokesman, is dead from colon cancer, and that’s for real. He was given the job after Ari Fleischer and Scott McClellan decided that that shit was for the birds and flew away.

SOME PEOPLE BELIEVED HE WAS JUST ANOTHER BUSH MONKEY, but others were just frustrated that he never seemed to know what the hell was going on.

I remember him being pretty shifty with the truth in most if not all of his press conferences, but it was his job. And who wouldn’t take a job working for the president, knocking down questions that he doesn’t have time to answer? Sounds uncomfortable, but the check was probably nice enough to deal with it. Who am I to tell him not to feed his own? He was a journalist and a great writer from what I hear, which can make you a professional liar of sorts, especially in the wrong situation. Who knows if he was any better or worse than the rest of us. At least he’s out of his pain. Blessings to his family.

On the low, some unsigned underground rapper needs to take that name now that it’s available, if you ask axe me. Sounds like the biggest cocaine dealer the world ever knew. No disrespect.

And now, for your pleasure, the late Tony Snow plays the blues.

R.I.P. to The Snowman.

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