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Okay, so the wheels have been dropping from the Hunter-Punk bus for the last few episodes. I wish it were just a case of where has all the snark gone? Why aren't they standing nose-to-nose and saying things like "I don't like who you've become" ? Why has there been so much pants and so little snarling? but honestly, I'm way too UNION YES to buy into this whole walk-out nonsense.

People are banding together and staging walk-outs against unsafe work environments, and I'm supposed to boo that? BOO YOU STEPH AND/OR VINCE. I side with the people. So I watched with folded arms as Hunter unwittingly explained all that is wrong with capitialism. Then Cena showed up to express bewilderment at the notion that others might want to better thier lots. His lot is just fine, geez. That proves the system isn't broken. Favoritism, privilege, glass ceilings-- why they had nothing to do with his current status. His career has been PURE BOOTSTRAPS.

Next, Shaemus. Same shit, different hair style. Bootstraps, fella! Also, ass-kissing.

Last, Punk. ET TU PUNK. How can you stand there so snarky and pantless and say things so hurtful to my being.

All together, they decide THERE WILL BE A RAW, DAMMIT. For a moment, I have hope. I loves me some making-lemonade-outta-lemons. I love Trips reffing because it needs to be done. Wigglepants overwhelm me when Punk, after being appointed both commentator and timekeeper, first asks Hunter for double-pay, then asks to WEAR HUNTER'S BLAZER. Punks sits cross-legged, sans pants and be-blazered in JR's chair.

It is the last good moment of Raw.

A few minutes into the match, out to the ring struts Vince. The Board, which is seemingly made up of easily spooked and higly reactionary assheads demoted Hunter and promoted Super Dave Osbourne. I hate you The Board. This OMG TOTAL CHANGE OF MANAGEMENT AND COMPANY CULTURE appeases the workers. It's back to work.

The First match of the Regime Laryngetisis is short on Holy Shit but High on Buttons I Like Having Pushed: Pretty Face DogPiled By Mean Heels, keep on booking, Johnny Ace. But it was sadly marred by Christian BEING ALLOWED TO WEAR THAT WHITE PLEATHER JACKET.

Some time later, Cody had a sweet, sweet run of cray-cray. Sniff and slur, you mean little shit. Mommy likes. He presents a rather tasty and be-litting solution to the whole Butterface Randy problem. During the following commerical break, I switch to the Bears/Lions game and promptly doze off. Whatever else happened on Raw, only TiVo knows.