It has been brought to my attention that vitriol and seething contempt leveled in the direction of a certain lacquery, leathery skinned cretin with an affinity for using his silicon enhanced, intellectually listless daughter to visually illustrate to this country's kindergartners and middle managers obligated to complete eight hours of sexual harassment training by their employer the difference between a "good touch," a "bad touch," and an "extended incestuous grope" has dropped off appreciably.
This ceasing and desisting is both intentional and voluntary. Sorry, I'm not going to besmirch Hulk Hogan's already tarnished reputation or those of his dysfunctional family and parasitic friends any longer. My friends, in 2009, you're going to be getting a kinder, gentler Facebuster. Instead of begrudging Hulk Hogan for being a complete, utter, and spectacular failure as a husband, father, professional wrestling tactician, and towel wave ambassador, Arabian Facebuster will instead be extolling the virtues and singing the praises of those who contribute to exposing Hulk Hogan for the worthless piece of garbage that he is.
So click here and we can get started with this dispositional transformation.
In addition to the green mist spewing prowess of Killer Khan, Mr. Fuji's incoherent yet sinister mutterings and whoever in the WWF wardrobe department was inspired to fit Jake Roberts for the Miami Vice garb as he pounded down -- judging by his slurred speech and glazed eyes -- about thirteen scotch n' sodas also warrant yr adulation and reverence.