After listening to your hour of bad-mouthing Hulk Hogan upon news of his death, I’m finally going to have to pull the plug on this show, and if the complete lack of advertising revenue indicated by the repeated minute-long gaps of dead-air where marketable podcasts typically run ads, I have to assume the end is drawing near anyway. I’ve always found men making a living* disparaging other people’s success somewhat sad, but your Hogan anti-tribute was legitimately embarrassing. Why would his industry peers, who may have had conflict with him over the years, be respectful at the announcement of his death, you wonder? Well, because like him or not, he was a fundamental part of growing the business and/or industry that put food on their tables. Perhaps if either of you had ever achieved anything of mention in your lives, you might also hold some reverence for the gatekeepers who facilitated it. Maybe it’s because he has living family and friends who love him, so disparaging him upon his death would be hurtful, disrespectful, and tacky? I realize your mean 12 year old girl affectation requires you to scoff at pretty basic decorum, so I wouldn’t want to have you jeopardize the fame and prestige you’ve built by leveraging it (oh, wait), but it’s pretty normal for people who aren’t craving negative attention to be respectful when a death happens. Maybe it’s just because they’re grown adults who don’t wallow in their own irrelevance, feeding off the careers of better men like parasites? You think you’re being edgy and bold. You’re not. It’s not a brave “truth to power” stance you take. Despite what you tell yourselves, you aren’t journalists. You’re a community theatre actor* and a Sherdog blogger who types inane drivel about sports he never participated in. To that point, The occasions when you attempt to veer into amateur wrestling or jitz references as though you have any idea what you’re talking about are some of the most laughable ultracrepidarianism I’ve ever heard. It’s cool you guys took freshman psychology together, though. I love a regurgitation of someone else’s thoughts about post-modernism as much as the next guy on my pro-wrestling podcast. It’s clearly a hit with the advertisers, too. The truth is, you’re feckless parasites, and when YOU die, trust me…the world won’t notice. Congrats on all your success*. It was fun. Millions of people mourn Hogan, despite never having met him. Do you imagine that will be the case for either of you?
