Reason #199 to Despise Hulk Hogan

This picture of a cheeseburger got me thinking, do I genuinely have unmitigated enmity and contempt for Hulk Hogan and everything that he stands for, including but most certainly not limited to the training, the prayers, the vitamins, the immortality of Hulkamania, the overpriced pasta, an approach to parenting that ranges in execution from criminally negligent to sexually deviant, and throwing some of the worst worked punches in the history of pro wrestling? Or is my loathing nothing more than manufactured outrage and grandstanding for the sake of blog fodder?

After repeated viewings of this corny promo cut during the "Dark Side" era -- a three week or so period in the Fall of 1995 during that craptacular Hogan-Giant/Dungeon of Doom feud in Double U See Double U when Hogan decided to dress in all black and try (and fail spectacularly) to act menacing and borderline evil, presumably at once mourning and seeking vengeance for the loss of his mustache -- I am convinced that my often professed disdain for and prejudice towards this pile of human garbage is earnest, virtuous, resolute, and actionable.

From the Hulkster's black neck brace, to his presumption that the "Hulkamanioids" (those that are like Hulkamaniacs???) would find his interchangeable and childish taunts of "big" "stinky" "nasty" "filthy" and "wart infested" towards his opponent something other than completely pathetic, to bootlicker Jimmy Hart's cable ACE award nomination caliber performance at conveying shivering emotions of concern and doubt, to Hogan's audacious claim that his match would be a fight for the "destiny of wrestling," if you can't find it in your heart to feel even an fleck of revulsion towards this man then you have no conscious, sense of human decency, or soul...brother.

To sum up, the short lived yet unforgettable Dark Side persona is Reason #199 that Arabian Facebuster despises Hulk Hogan.