Why I’m Glad I’m Not Married

… or, at least, why I’m glad I’m not married to Dennis Prager. Can we say, “bleeping insensitive clod”? I think so.

For the dim, e.g., righties: At no point does Mr. Prager even consider talking to the Mrs. about why she’s not “in the mood” or wonder if there’s something he’s doing to kill “the mood.” Apparently he thinks being “not in the mood” is just a female thing. Well, in his case, I suspect it would be a female thing. Or a human thing, for that matter.

Is there a Mrs. Prager? Call me, girl. We’ll talk. No woman should have to live with a creep like that. Believe me, if you’re not in the mood a lot, I can certainly see why.

Update: According to a couple of other bloggers, Prager is divorced. Do tell.

Update: More right-wing creepiness. Forcing underage girls as young as 12 to marry older men ain’t no big deal, this guy says. He probably wants to know how to sign up for the cult.