I was cleaning out a chemical storage closet at work. A hydrogen chloride container leaked out onto some iodine containers. I picked one up (bare handed) and sat it down in the grass. About thirty seconds later, I noticed the steam boiling up from around the bottom of the container. This is about 45 seconds worth of contact.
Mike Rowe: oCEaN!
(hold for laughter and applause)
Mike can fuck right off.
Can, should, and hopefully will. His charming smile and faux-liberal persona on dirty jobs did insurmountable damage to worker’s rights by slow-walking the youth to believing that safety and unions only slow down otherwise reasonable progress.
There should be one-episode reboot where Mike gets to perform blue collar tasks with machinery that’s missing all legally required safety labels and fail-safes. Then he’s only given a description of what he’s supposed to accomplish with zero warnings or regulations. At the end of the episode, Mike and whatever pieces of him that remain gets to receive their paycheck after all debts are settled at the company store. That final amount is what he gets to use for rent and food for the week.
Let’s see what peripety the ground beef version of Mike Rowe finds in his anagnorisis of promoting the death and dismemberment of his own fan base.