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Oh, hey, look. It's professional Bible-humper and woman-hater Pat Robertson being a ginormous asshat once again. Must be a day that ends in "y."
In today's edition of Jesus H. Tapdancing Christ on a pogo stick, are you freakin' kidding me!?!?!?, Robertson, with his co-host Kristi Watts, has this stellar advice for 17-year-old Maxim, who says his father "spends too much time at the computer playing a war game" instead of paying attention to his mother, and he wants to know what he can do about that. (Spoiler alert: No, Robertson does not tell Maxim he shouldn't do anything because it's none of his goddamned business.)
ROBERTSON: It may be your mom isn't as sweet as you think she is. She may be kind of hard-nosed and so he says, my father, he's not paying attention to mom, but is mom ...
WATTS: How are you going to blame the mother?
ROBERTSON: It's easy to blame the mother! You know, a woman came to a preacher that I know—it's so funny—and she was awful looking. I mean her hair was all torn up, and she was overweight and looked terrible, clothes bad, everything. And she said, "Oh, reverend, what can I do? My husband has started to drink." And the preacher looked at her and said, "Madam, if I was married to you, I'd start to drink too."
We need to cultivate romance, darling. And it needs to be the men, have got to be cultivating romance, and the women. You always have to keep that spark of love alive. It just isn't something to just lie there ... Well, I'm married to him so he's got to take me slatternly looking. You've got to fix yourself up, look pretty.
Robertson has a long record of doling out advice to the menfolk about how pretty much everything can be blamed on those damn broads. He has advised that marriage vows are null and void if your wife gets a disease; women who don't want their husbands to cheat on them should make themselves "as attractive as possible and don't hassle him about it"; and if your wife gets uppity, "you could become a Muslim and you could beat her" since divorce isn't an option (unless she's terminally ill, of course).