Once upon a time, there was a wrestler who never lost a match. He received accolades from far and wide, honored by heads of state for his strength, agility and prowess. All the citizens of the land gave him great deference in matters both on and off the mat. Even the referees of his matches adored him and rejoiced at their part in his success.
One day, a camera lens captured his cunning secret, a special move designed to disable his opponents before they knew what happened: the great wrestler poked the buttholes of his opponents with his thumb.
When the images of his tactic were played again and again for the citizens of the land, there was rage and confusion. Why did the referees never notice? Why did his opponents never complain? In fact, the referees, so enamored at their role in his ascent, did notice, but turned a blind eye. In fact, his opponents had complained, but they were silenced with threats and coercion.
All of the laurelled portraits of the wrestler were removed from public view, no one dared mention his name without sneering contempt, and all of his worshippers, now silenced by his disgrace, flagellated themselves for their ignorance and idolatry.
The historians simply called him a serial rapist.
The end.
