Dear Intravenus de Milo: Live from the Enormodome bloggers, assorted hangers-on, and fans who "expect a certain style" out of the oft-edited Z: In reviewing last week's post-pillow fight postings, I noticed that there was a constant presence humbly hovering over almost all of your blogs like white on rice. What, you ask, could possibly unite the eloquence of a Martin Luther King, the storytelling joie de vivre of a Stephen Tobolowsky, and even the undeniable fondness for crackers without cheese of a man of leisure like Dr. Demented? The answer, I think, is obvious: Dolemite, motherfucker!
No need to thank me,
R-Lo
P.S. In the postage stamp-sized photo above, Clinton Portis is wearing a "Vote for Santana" t-shirt with pride. I think you all could learn a lesson or two from this true gridiron giant.
Dolemite Trailer from 1975
Clinton Portis = the Red Man, I mean, "Dolemite Jenkins"
"Napoleon Dolemite"
