Oh, Mitt. What would you do if you didn’t have staunch supporters like Clint Eastwood, chair-grousing, grizzled old looney bear, and Pat Robertson, crazy, evil, soul-destroying chaos wizard, to make your campaign fun! and exciting!? Well, we just don’t know. Maybe instead you could hitch your campaign to a crap wagon and throw it off a cliff into a ditch of empirically plummeting poll numbers? Yes, that’s the ticket.
Now that Clint Eastwood has become the poster child for the Republican base which Paul Krugman says, “Is By And Large Elderly White People Arguing With Empty Chairs” yeah, that guy is becoming old news! Seriously. Talking to chairs in a nearly inaudible mumble while being kooky and insane is so two weeks ago. The new GOP “Crazy Man on a Wire” thing is to talk about wife-beating while wrapped in a thinly transparent skin of Islamophobia. And just who do you need for a job like this? Pat Robertson, leader of nutty dragon fear cult, the 700 club, which is also some sort of television show featuring prehistoric mammals screeching about pure America or some such.
But before we get to Pat’s enlightening commentary about marriage and relationships let’s watch him at a Romney campaign stop on Saturday in Virginia (6:15 mark). Um-Hmm. Okay. So, he’s sitting in the front row in what would be considered the “presented for television” row, wouldn’t you think?
Great! Now let’s fast forward to today. On Robertson’s 700 Club‘s regular segment “Bring It On” starring Robertson as a fear-mongering evangelical set to win the regional “Spouting Insanity Before Naptime” competition, he offered advice to a concerned viewer whose wife has no respect for him as head of the household. Robertson responded:
Well you could become a Muslim and you could beat her.
Oh, ho. How does this guy not have a degree in marriage counseling?
He goes on to say:
Somebody’s gotta stand up to her, and he can’t let her get away with this stuff… I don’t think we condone wife-beating these days, but something’s gotta be done to make her-
There’s literally no way to fill in the blank in this sentence, Pat.
Um, until there is, apparently.
You can’t divorce her, according to the scripture. MOVE TO SAUDI ARABIA.
Good Schnikes. According to Buzzfeed, the Romney Campaign hasn’t responded. Wonder how they’d spin this. Let’s dust off those Clint Eastwood platitudes and talking points we haven’t had to use since, well, yesterday on Meet the Press. “Uh, well, we love Pat Robertson. He’s a national treasure…gulp. Eh, yeah, a real American icon….who are we kidding? You’re not invited to any more events, Pat! Sheesh.”
