So, without getting into the details of how this circumstance came to be, I was watching WWE Monday Night Raw during a hurricane with an elderly Thai couple.

My friend Rocky, who now has a respectable(ish) job is a big fan of this kind of wrestling (I also have a friend, Paul, who’s a big fan of the actual sport of wrestling, as practiced at the Olympics, for example).

About seven years ago, my father took me to see a wrestling program at the Staples Center in Los Angeles and Rowdy Roddy Piper came out and wrestled.

Piper, of course, starred in what has been described as the ‘Marxist movie par excellence in the history of the seventh art’ by Christos Kefalis, editor of the Greek journal, Marxist Thought.

The movie has, of course, one of the greatest, longest, and most head scratching fight scenes ever filmed (two friends in their early middle age slug it out for ten minutes in an alley over one of them not wanting to wear sunglasses).

But this whole post exists just quote Piper’s character.

‘I have come here to chew bubblegumand kick ass…and I’m all out of bubblegum.‘