Welcome to Asshat of the Week, where I find an asshat and put their asshattery on display for the entire world to see. Because asshats have no clue that they are asshats; they have severe cases of cranial rectal impact and can’t figure out that they are blithering asshats. But you and I can and we can get a cheap laugh out of their asshattery. This week’s asshat is none other than Dennis Prager.
Writing for the National Review, Prager declares that The Charges against Judge Kavanaugh Should Be Ignored. Before you ask: No, I won’t be linking to the article in question. They don’t need the clicks or the revenue.
According to Prager, what happened when Kavanaugh was seventeen doesn’t tell us anything about the man. Seriously. He blithers on:
Those who claim that the charges against Judge Kavanaugh by Christine Blasey Ford are important and worth investigating and that they ultimately, if believed, invalidate his candidacy for the U.S. Supreme Court are stating that:
a) What a middle-age adult did in high school is all we need to need to know to evaluate an individual’s character — even when his entire adult life has been impeccable.
b) No matter how good and moral a life one has led for ten, 20, 30, 40, or even 50 years, it is nullified by a sin committed as teenager.
No decent — or rational — society has ever believed such nihilistic nonsense.
Yeah, about that. Hey, Dennis? What if Kavanaugh was a woman who had an abortion at seventeen? Would you claim that this life was so impeccable then? That one little “bad decision” shouldn’t be held against Kavanaugh? Because it happened so long ago and Kavanaugh led such a “moral” life since then. Just asking for a friend.
Prager blathers on a bit about morals and shit, then goes full asshat with this:
Nearly every woman past puberty has experienced a man trying to grope her. (This is, needless to say, wrong.) My mother was groped by a physician. She told my father about it. My father told the physician that if he were to do it again, he would break his hands. And it remained a family folk tale. If you had told my mother she was a “survivor,” she would have wondered what you were talking about. The term was reserved for people who survived Nazi concentration camps and Japanese prisoner-of-war camps and for cancer survivors, not women groped by a man.
When my wife was a waitress in her mid teens, the manager of her restaurant grabbed her breasts and squeezed them on numerous occasions. She told him to buzz off, figured out how to avoid being in places where they were alone, and continued going about her job. That’s empowerment.
Uh, exactly how is it empowering for a victim to be forced to avoid their attacker? Here’s a hint: It fucking isn’t. I know that for a fact because it happened to a co-worker who had been molested by a route driver at the Krispy Kreme where I worked. She had her hours cut while nothing happened to him.
We get it, Dennis. You don’t. You’re an asshat and a ridiculously stupid one at that. No one should even attempt to take you seriously, not even Barnum and Bailey. However, I’ll take an example from you and your ilk: I’ll send thoughts and prayers to you and Kavanaugh. That’s all the two of you deserve, you asshats.
Or in this case, an asshat.