Literary gunslinger Eugene S. Robinson lends his "one"-of-a-"kind" "perspective" to UFC Fight Night 105, as well as Bellator 172, all in the Nietzschean version of Ecce Homo, which is to say in service of the premise that Eugene is all wise, all knowing, and right at least most of the time. Or at the very least more right than others who ply their inky MMA trade behind a keyboard. Yeah: a show full of disgusting gloating. Deal with it. Or don't.