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They came in frocks, miniskirts and flowing purple robes; in fishnet tights, high heels and feather boas; hulking XXL-sized men revealing voluminous midriffs and adjusting lopsided boobs as they minced and sashayed from the Superdome to the French Quarter. They chanted the war cry of their beloved football team: “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints?” Crowds of onlookers packed the streets, whooping in delight.
Mardi Gras has come early to New Orleans this year. Life has been one riotous, non-stop celebration since January 24, when the Saints reached the Super Bowl for the first time in their 43-year history with a last-gasp victory over the Minnesota Vikings.
From the tablecloths in its Cajun restaurants to the tassels of its strippers’ bikinis, the city is decked out in the team’s black and gold colours. Its musicians have composed dozens of songs in their honour. Priests wear Saints shirts in place of their vestments and give thanks for the team in their churches. Umpteen improvised versions of When the Saints Go Marching In blast from bars, stores and car speakers. Truly, the good times are rolling again.

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The murder, while planned and deliberate, may have been triggered by a turf war, court heard. “Shawn James wasn’t just some thug or some drug dealer. He was my stepfather and my best friend,” sobbed the victim’s 13-year-old stepdaughter.
“He brightened people’s days, especially mine. So many hearts have been broken because he’s not here any more. I’m left heartbroken. I’m broken,” said the emotional teen. “Why take a life that was so important and affected many others?”
James was the beloved father of a teenaged daughter and son and he had been with his stepdaughter since she was two years old, court heard.
He was highly respected in the community because he bought walkers for the elderly, supported the disabled and refused to sell drugs to children. The killer was accompanied by an older black man and a street prostitute. The driver circled James twice and on the second pass, the youth fired several shots from an open backseat window.

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… Your voice has changed,” Jim said after a few seconds.
Whoa. Wrong Rocco. It was Rocco Achampong, a former U of T student leader. He’s fringe, but his Rocco For Mayor campaign is gonna drive the other Rocco nuts. Not to mention confuse folks in the ballot booth.
Rossi must be muttering “What are the odds? Two Roccos?” He better hope Rocco Mediate doesn’t join the fray. Or even Rockin’ Rob Ford.
To add to the weirdness, Jim Richards’ show is followed by that of John Tory, the likely winner until he bowed out.
The front pack is fleshed out with councillors Giorgio “Not George” Mammoliti and Joe “Pants On The Ground” Pantalone.
Mammoliti has waged war on massage parlours and proposes a red light district. He also favours curfews and a fat expense account.

See the full article from “Toronto Sun”