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Monday, March 24, 2008
5:10 PM

Another Hero Lost


Normally on this site, I spend most of the time offering commentary critical of various aspects related to the world of pop culture and politics. But there are times when criticism ought to take a backseat so that we can properly honor people that have made substantial contributions to society. Contributions that not only bring us together despite our differences, but contributions that bring joy into the hearts and minds of all who partake in its glory.

And arguably, what brings more joy into the hearts and minds of people than a good wing dinner and a biscuit covered in grape jelly? Today, I would like to take the time to salute Al Copeland: mastermind behind the brilliant and fulfilling business venture now known as Popeyes Chicken.

Although he has left this world, his legacy of succulent wings and delectable chicken strips will live on forever.

It really pains me to write this, because this man has done so much for me. Even though their mashed potatoes are as nasty as Paris Hilton's prescriptions, their biscuits are indeed the business. Those onion rings - which some punk ass restaurants now refuse to sell - introduced me to a dish I ignored for so long. And those chicken strips, my goodness -- if the creators of Chicken Little thought I was going to start dipping shrimp into my confetti sweet and sour sauce instead of some Popeyes chicken strips, they need to get off the pipe.

I considered forgoing another meal of brown rice, veggies, and baked chicken in favor of two Chick-fil-a sandwiches tonight. But I think it's only right that if I'm going to digest the grease, I need to stop trying to be saddity and honor a man that has done so much for me. I think I may go order some chicken, and pour a little sauce on the side in memoriam. I'm sure somewhere Beyonce is doing the same (she probably didn't waste the sauce, though).

Thank you, Al for giving so much to the world. Some people may think I'm perpetuating a stereotype right now (It's not like I'm typing this with watermelon seeds in my teeth), but I love Popeyes and it's only right that I show appreciation.

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