Wax on, wax off with Hot Pockets master

Well, I see Hot Pockets has scrapped its chipper housewife jingle (“Whatcha gonna pick? Hot Pockets!”) in favor of Hot Pockets Dojo, a wondrous slice of the Internet where Web surfers can be insulted in the broken English of “the master,” who wishes he was Pat Morita. Oh, it’s also another absurdist non-idea that isn’t funny and wastes your time with trite ethnic stereotypes when it could be telling you that there are about a jillion new varieties of Hot Pockets out there now.