Stud of the Week

This distinguished award goes out to the man who proves himself time and time again to be selfless and incredibly tall.  Being a stud requires a lot of charm, debonair, and skills.  How do we at Make A Diktator Foundation choose such a worthy man?  From of course you, the loyal fans.  This week, our lucky prick is none other than Christopher Robert Booth, 6'5".
	May 5, 1999 To Whom It May Concern: Because of my out of control abuse of alcohol, I lost everything I ever held dear to my heart.  I had no family, friends, job or home.  I was a shell of man who used to mean something.  But one day I was begging for money, not for food or a a blanket, but for my sick obsession and habit, booze, I tapped Mr. Booth on the shoulder and asked him to spare a dime.  He asked me why I was so pathetic and I gave him my story.  He listened and his eyes filled with compassion.  "I know a good guy when I see one and you just need help, please let me help you."  I was overwhelmed by his kindness.  He went into the liquor store and came back out with a bottle of Bicardi 151.  He then proceeded to make me drink it through my nose and then broke the top of the bottle off and shoved it up my butt.  After being beaten within an inch of my life and being hospitalized, I was cured.  We need more people like this man, someone who cares enough to do something about stuff.  I no longer drink alcohol, I am too busy trying to learn to walk again and have to drink my food through a straw.  Thanks, Bob Hatchet Tula, Florida
July 15, 2000 Dear Diktator,     I used to not believe in angels on earth but then I met the one and only Chris Booth.  I was 8 months along in my pregnancy when he happened to be in the same elevator as me.  After I got over his stunning good looks and great cologne, I felt immediately at ease with him.  Unfortunately, our elevator was stopped between floors and my fear of elevators shook me so badly that I went into labor.  Panic took me over and I went into hysterics, but none of this seemed to faze this brilliant young man.  He took off his jacket and propped me up against it while holding my hand and telling me to relax.  He explained to me in simple terms that he was a huge fan of E.R. so he knew what to do.  But luck would fail us again, I was having a difficult birth and Chris said that I wasn't dilating properly.  And then, just like Mcgyver, Chris began to jump on my stomach with all his might.  Five minutes later, I was holding my beautiful, perfect and darling triplets, Christina, Christa, and Chris Jr..  Soon after the elevator doors opened up and the ambulance was there waiting for me.  He just walked out and I never heard from him again.  I may not be able to have kids anymore so I am lucky that I had three when I had the chance.  Please find this gallant knight for me and thank him from the bottom of my heart. Sincerely, Kelly Duvall Langer, CA