I'm glad I was growing up 30 years ago, and not today.
While I find this dude /incredibly/ creepy, in the "could have a bad day, go psycho, irradiate the entire neighborhood, and teleport himself to Tahiti, and nobody could stop him... or would even be surprised" kind of way, I've certainly watched a decent number of hours...
P C is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end!