I think we concluded a few years ago Ronnie was on them opiums.
Yeah, budday! Ise loves me sum dere dat osseecondoms!
I actually like Ronnie. He was an amazing bodybuilder. At his best, I think Yates is the only guy in bodybuilding who could match him.
However, I call a spade a spade -- and that's not a racial thing; I don't give a flying fuck what color he is -- so the fact remains, he's to bodybuilding as Grimlock was to the Autobots: a big, if amusing, greatly overpowered dummy.
Fellow Transformers geeks will understand the analogy
I wish I were so lucky. I have my ailments, but a crippled Ronnie is seemingly happy and set up for life. In the end, maybe it is "smart" me who is truly the fool?
In the end, it doesn't matter. As it was said at the ending of Barry Lyndon:
..."It was in the reign of George III that the aforesaid personages lived and quarreled; good or bad, handsome or ugly, rich or poor they are all equal now.”
...dead and rotting in the Earth, for the slow to uptake
