Larry Flynt, founder of Hustler magazine who allegedly raped one of his daughters and allegedly asked another one of them to marry him, was recently in the news lashing out at Sarah Palin.
What’s his beef with Palin? He’s uptight over the fact that she didn’t abort baby Trig and even more bothered by the fact that now that she has a son with Down Syndrome, she dares treat him like she would any other child in her family. Moreover, he actually has the nerve to accuse her of having the child just for political expediency.
You think I’m exaggerating? Consider these words from Flynt:
“She carries it to all these different political events against abortion, she did it just because she didn’t want to say she’d had an abortion.”
I apologize for using the word “it” to describe Trig, but that’s the way Flynt worded it and I wanted you to see the raw hatred that pours forth from this wretched man named Larry Flynt. Of course, Flynt went even further. He also said of Trig: “It’s brain dead. A virtual vegetable.”
The first thing that arises in my mind when I read these words is, Has Larry Flynt ever met Trig? By that I mean, does he know firsthand Trig’s physiological or neurological condition?
If the answer to those questions is “no,” then Flynt is a worthless, subhuman species in my book.
And if, by chance, Flynt has met Trig and knows something about the child’s physiological or neurological condition, and dares make fun of him, well in that case, Flynt goes from being sub-human to being an embittered piece of trash in my book.
Why do I say this? I say it because it’s a fact that right now, Flynt is so decrepit he can’t raise his head high enough to look someone in the eye when they talk to him. He gurgles when he talks, he is swollen and disfigured, and described by those who’ve seen him as “lolling almost lifelessly in a chair.” Yet no one, in their right mind, wishes this calamity on Flynt.
I know I don’t wish it on him, but I do find it sickening that while he is in such a condition because of the way he abused his body – this is true by his own admission – yet he takes time out of his miserable existence to mock little Trig, a child who unlike Flynt, faces special challenges apart from his own consent.
Mr. Flynt, if you’re out there and you happen to read this (or have it read to you), make no mistake about one thing: Trig will grow up a far more honorable human than you ever have been, or could hope to be.