The 700 Flub

By Miles Leicher

They say that time flies when you're having fun, which is why I try to avoid  it. I mean, what's the rush? But whether I like it or not, here at 'Real Time' our hour of weekly television comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Like R. Kelly, but different. We're usually able to tackle a wide range of issues during the show - and a few on Overtime - but the clock often runs out before we get through all of the week's big stories. And the last thing we want to do is get in the way of 'Cathouse: Season 2!'

Last week, for example, we had to go to "New Rules" before Bill had a chance to broach the subject of Pat Robertson. The host of 'The 700 Club' - which sounds like a delicious sandwich - once again managed to surprise everyone by waking up. And then surprise us again by saying something so offensive and insensitive that it drowned out all of the other offensive, insensitive things he usually says.

Robertson asserted that suffering from Alzheimer's disease is "kind of a death," so he "certainly wouldn't put a guilt trip on" a husband who would choose to divorce his Alzheimer's-stricken wife and "start all over again." I don't need to tell you that that's terrible advice. Moral arguments aside, there are plenty of reasons to stay by her side. I mean, wouldn't it be nice if for once you weren't the one who forgot your anniversary?

I would expect a little more compassion from Robertson in a scenario like this. Not because he's religious and full of Christ's love or whatever, but because the dude's been senile for most of his life and ought to be able to relate. Now he seems to be completely bananas, which must be why old codgers like him so much.

The thing that got us talking in the Writers Room, though, isn't this particular outrageous viewpoint. I mean, the guy's got a million of 'em - why nitpick? But what makes this one extra special is the hypocrisy. I know, that never happens in these circles, but it got us wondering: How could someone be so adamantly pro-life that they fight for the rights of some tiny zygote barely more alive than anything on a hotel bedspread, yet write off the very palpable existence of a sick loved one?

I'll put this one to the panel (that's you!)...