Okay, to start, his name is 'Powers' so we could probably close the case there.
If you need further proof, he starred in a movie called Southern Comfort and there's no way being in a movie named after a liquour isn't sweet. Espescially SoCo. Because SoCo is wild. Period. The producers of this movie clearly knew they had Powers Boothe on their hands, not Stallone or Elliot Gould, so naturally they cast him as a no-nonsense, shit-talking Texan. As talented as an actor as he is, he doesn't even need to act to play a shit-talking Texan, part of a bunch of Louisiana National Guardsmen who are hunted down by Cajun hillbillies in the bayou. Of course Boothe advocates shooting the lunatic squadmember who goes nuts and incites the hillbillies to violence, a ruthless and manly decision if anything.
He also rocks the shit on Deadwood too. Plus he was in a TV series where he played Philip Marlowe, the private eye (more on Raymond Chandler later,) MAN-tastic! Man-Boothe broke a SAG strike in the 80's to pick up his Emmy and while i can't say i'm really for strike-breaking, telling your co-workers to go fuck themselves so you can pick up your hard-earned loot is ballsy as hell. And manly.
As such, we at THOM feel Powers Boothe should set up a phone company. This company would consist of phone booths (or rather, boothes,) aptly titled "powers boothes" which would be located in all major cities. Upon entering the boothe, no matter what number you dial, you are connected to the nearest available, hot bitch that you will then make the beast with two backs with. And then fuck. Why, you ask? Cause there may be things wrong with Texas, but none of them are Powers Boothe.
Verdict: Man-ness revealed.
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