Dear John Oliver, kindly go pound sand
When an issue disproportionately affects women, it’s always easy to shove it to the sidelines and pretend it’s secondary and inconsequential.

When an issue disproportionately affects women, it’s always easy to shove it to the sidelines and pretend it’s secondary and inconsequential.
If you’re cringing as you read this, it’s okay. It’s painful for me to even type this.
We’ve completely lost the plot. Can someone explain to me how an Islamic sex-trafficking pimp pornographer who beats women and preaches serial non-monogamy is going to save Western civilization?
Many of the people screaming “toxic empathy” most loudly are working overtime to eliminate empathy entirely.
But false leaders like Bishop Budde encounter this necessary shepherding and shout, “Have mercy! Don’t tell people they need to change! That’s hateful.”
Let men cry.
I do want to push back a bit against the broad strokes condemnation of public school parents.
Peacemakers, ironically, have to make a lot of noise.
No-fault divorce didn’t create a new problem as much as it revealed a pre-existing one. Let’s have that conversation.
It wouldn’t do much good to march up to an obese person and scream, “Repent, glutton! Turn or burn!” or hold up picket signs reading “God hates fat people.” Unfortunately, that’s basically what too many in the Church have done to gay people, and it’s awful.