Yo RV where you at? by Tha Rizzla

It is quite apparent that celebrities all have a certain shelf life. They have their good time, their bad time, their comeback, then they fade into obscurity once and for all. Or they die. I suppose fading into death and/or obscurity are basically the same thing, although if they die they are more likely to keep their dignity because it makes it impossible for them to sign on to disasters such as, say, Lost Boys: The Tribe starring Corey Feldman, or the Number 23. Anyway, I have digressed before even starting to make the point of this here blog. I'm talking about someone that has disappeared, but maintained said dignity, and is still alive. This man, is Reginald Veljohnson. You may know him as Carl Winslow or Sgt. Al Powell of the LAPD. What happened to him?! Honestly, I can't think of one other person who makes every single person happy at once when appearing on screen. What one person can say, "Dude fuck Reginald Veljohnson, I hate that guy"? Nobody. That's who. I believe 'ol Reginald never got the respect he deserved. I mean c'mon, he went from playing a family friendly father of a proud black family just trying to make it in the suburbs, to a street smart, cursing cop that once shot a 13 year old kid. If you're wondering what that role is from, I will tell you. It was from the single greatest film of all time, Die Hard. Not once did Reginald get greedy and try to get lame ass roles that would ultimately tarnish his badass reputation. I post this blog in his honor, because he has what 99% of the world lacks...integrity. Look everyone, just look at the face of integrity.