Allow me to dumb this down for you, Ms. McArdle: My beloved father died of Parkinson's disease. I watched as this symbol of enormous strength wasted away from this disease. One of the last things I did for him was cut up his food in the hospital and helped feed him. Let me assure you of this, you moral midget: the task was for less painful for me to do than for him to experience. How sad it must have been for the boy who he taught to tie his shoes had to help him eat.
My wife is experiencing the same with her father. Both of us can assure you of this: if we had been attending this event and someone was humiliating this man, we would have flattened them. Indeed, even if it had been someone whose level of outrage can barely rise to the level of calling these people "louts" were to be harassed in such a fashion, I would rise to their defense.
Even moral reprobates such as yourself, Ms. McArdle, deserve to be treated better. So do The Atlantic's readers.
Hat tip to John Cole.