Taking offense at the inconsequential is for weak, brittle minds. When someone takes offense, whether it be to violence in the movies or heavy metal lyrics, I usually attribute it to such mental osteoporosis, as I laugh at the poor sap who has nothing better to do than rail against ugly art.

Every once in a while, however, a celebrity makes a comment so stupid, so irresponsible and so utterly devoid of any actual humor that I feel they must be called on it, regardless of how it makes me look to fellow fighters of political correctness.

Please understand, I don't want the remark stricken from the record, nor do I want such words banned in the future. I oppose all forms of censorship. I support the right to any and all speech, no matter how moronic.

But to let such asides slide into the tender American psyche without challenge would be downright irresponsible. It would defeat the purpose of the dialogue that's supposed to separate the intelligent ideas from the idiotic.

With that in mind, allow me to recount yet another tale of Adam Carolla's astoundingly destructive mediocrity. You know Adam Carolla, the least funny man in America with the possible exception of John Ashcroft. The man who once managed to make Dr. Drew seem charismatic by comparison, then made Jimmy Kimmel look like Gloria Steinem on the socially retarded "Man Show."

Twitching through the channels the other night, I came upon his new show, "Too Late with Adam Carolla," and was just about to go flying past when I heard the name Seth McFarlane. McFarlane is the creator and vocal mastermind behind the brilliant cult cartoon "The Family Guy," and reason enough to watch even the worst interviewer sling pathetic questions like a lethargic badminton player with a sprained wrist.

A woman promptly called to ask what Carolla thought about "girlie drinks" such as Cosmopolitans and whether it was socially acceptable for men to drink such concoctions.

To which the ever-witty Carolla replied something a lot like "No, girlie drinks are for getting girls who don't like the taste of alcohol drunk so you can have sex with them."

As I said, there's not much in this world that offends me. Color me reactionary, but rape is one of those things. Murder's another, unless it's committed against men who joke about rape.

Of course, most of Carolla's material has often revolved around the "Battle of the Sexes," which I've always found to be a bothersome term in and of itself.

I like to think of the relationship between the sexes as more of a board game than a battle. Let's say Monopoly for lack of a better example. There are rules that you must play by and consequences when you don't. Sometimes, even when you follow the rules to the letter, you still end up on the "Go Directly to Jail" space, and you just have to suck it up and wait for the right time to re-enter the game.

Regardless of whether you win or lose, the game is always entertaining, or it should be if you're playing it right. If you find yourself throwing the tokens, lighting the money on fire and screaming at the other players, you likely have some soul searching to do before you're ready to sidle back up to the table.

If you have to cheat to win, in board games or the bedroom, then you're not human enough to sit at the table at all. And when I say cheating, I'm not just talking about sneaking around behind your special someone's back.

I'm talking about tipping the board with the use of alcohol or other drugs, a la Adam Carolla's cheap kidney punch at a woman's right to consciously choose whether or not to get it on.

I'll make this about as clear as I can for the remedial students in Gender Relations 101: If you have to use alcohol, rufies, GBH or any other substance to get a woman to have sex with you, then you are not a mack or a player or a stud. You're not even a man.

A real man uses his mind and his mouth (along with a few other choice parts of his body) to arouse interest in a woman. He uses charm and wit and persuasion. Whether you want to find your future spouse, or just a stranger to have consensual sex with for a night, if you can't seal the deal on your own, then you didn't really seal it at all. You forced it.

Rape is not funny. Getting a girl drunk because you're too ugly or abrasive or pitifully endowed to attract her on your own is not funny. Making jokes about doing so, while not nearly as bad as the act itself, is no closer to humor.

What is funny is the thought of Adam Carolla's show getting cancelled, as it surely will. What's funny is the thought of him stumbling, drunk and destitute, into a Sunset Strip adult theater after the money's dried up and he's offended the discerning women of the world with his misogyinistic prattle. What's funny is knowing that nobody will remember this loser after he dies, no matter how cheaply he sold his soul for fame.

After all, his wife might put up with being degraded night after redundant night as long as the money keeps flowing, but when you can hear audible silence following every joke on a talk show, you know that the wellspring of cash flowing into such pap must surely some day dry up. At least in a perfect world, that would be the case.

Unfortunately, we live in a culture where "Girls Gone Wild" DVDs continue to sell, where Nelly swipes a credit card in a woman's buttcrack, where Jay and Silent Bob joke about having sex with a woman when she's passed out. We drift through a culture where bartenders make strong drinks for your date and wink at you when she looks away; where 18-year-old girls stumble out of my college-age neighbor's backyard so drunk that they can barely stand, only to get pulled back into the party by their "friends."

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