Selecting the contemptible, feeble, outrageous, inaccurate, intellectually destitute, villainous, morally upsidedown, false, stupid or depraved comments that emerge from the mouth of Bill O'Reilly on the Foxaganda label is a turkey shoot. Pick a date. Any date. Bullseye. Olbermann does it and
Mike Stark does it and so do the folks at
this site and
this one.
For August 2, Billy boy managed to combine all those categories into one typical scurrilous comment, condescendingly delivered in his faux homespun imitation of Lonesome Rhodes. I had missed the broadcast, but it was captured by those fine deconstructors over at Media Matters:
O'REILLY: So anyway, these two girls come in from the suburbs and they get bombed, and their car is towed because they're moronic girls and, you know, they don't have a car. So they're standing there in the middle of the night with no car. And then they separate because they're drunk. They separate, which you never do. All right.
Now Moore, Jennifer Moore, 18, on her way to college. She was. 5-foot-2, 105 pounds, wearing a miniskirt and a halter top with a bare midriff. Now, again, there you go. So every predator in the world is gonna pick that up at two in the morning. She's walking by herself on the West Side Highway, and she gets picked up by a thug. All right. Now she's out of her mind, drunk.
And the thug takes her over to New Jersey in the cab and kills her and rapes her and does all these terrible things to her. And the thug is so stupid, he uses her cell phone, and the cops trace it back to him and they -- and they arrest him and charge him with murder. He had a prostitute girlfriend with him, and she's charged as an accessory to murder. But Jennifer Moore is in the ground. She's dead.
Jennifer Moore
deserved to be murdered because she should have stayed at the car impound lot?
Deserved to be raped because she was wearing clothes appropriate for the weather?
Deserved to be beaten because she had a little too much legal intoxicant at a party during the summer between high school and college?
Deserves to be "in the ground" because any "moron" knows you don't talk to thugs on the West Side Highway at 2 a.m., and you sure don't get into a cab with them?
Thanks so much for setting the scene for us.
Listen up, girls. Billy boy says rape is the natural order, just like saber-toothed cats were the natural order for our Stone Age ancestors. So, get used to it, girls, because civilization can extinguish predatory felines, but it's helpless against the human male's desire to jam his stiffy into unwilling females, beat, torture and murder them. It's the natural order. Boys will be boys. So put on some decent clothes, because Billy boy always gets a stiffy and predatorial thoughts when he sees drunken 18-year-olds in halter tops stumbling along a deserted roadway in the dark.
Imagine these two guys, a couple of well-known cable newscasters lamenting their ratings at some out-of-the-way bar late at night so they won't be seen talking together. They get pretty lathered up and emerge after last call to find their car has been towed to the impound lot. They try to hail a cab but they soon give up and walk the 12 blocks because no cabbie will stop. And, like morons, they stumble along in their $1800 suits, $500 shoes and Rolexes until these three guys with the guns show up and direct them into an alley where they are pistol-whipped, sodomized, castrated and found dumped the next morning - shoeless, penniless and so badly bruised that nobody can I.D. them until five hours after discovery.
Fuckers deserve to be in the ground, right, Billy boy? Just asking for it. What did they expect, wearing clothes like that, drinking like that, walking around like that?
Rape is about power. Sex is about consent. Rape is assault, neither mutual love nor casual pleasure. Whether it's a thug on the West Side Highway or a date rapist in the back seat of a Mercedes, rape overwhelms any lust that's present with a raging desire to humiliate, subjugate, and degrade the victim, to punish her, to make her beg for mercy and withhold it. Rape is saying, "I own you."
It has nothing to do with halter tops and miniskirts and bare midriffs, Billy boy, anymore than it has to do with uncovered ankles or unveiled faces in other times and other places. It's not about is she pretty or young or "dressed like a slut." It's not about how she smiled at you or how much of her breasts you can see. It's about power, control and violence. This time it's about murder.
Which you say was her own damn, moronic fault. She was asking for it. Dumb, now dead.
Planning on writing that woman-hating screed on the sympathy card you send the Moores? You miserable strutting cockroach.