Oh Sidney Poitier...

I love the man.

Really I do.

Any man who is a hero of Oprah's is a hero of mine.

Any man who drives a sweet Bentley is a hero of mine.

But couldn't the dude have hired somebody to do a little research so that he could have avoided titling his "spiritual autobiography" something that had already been used? And by used I mean totally and completely tainted beyond repair.

I mean seriously.



Each copy might as well come attached with a big steaming bag of turds.