Christian nationalists, before they were called that, were eager to install James Dobson as a de facto American ayatollah. They sort of got their wish, since Trump helped them make the country more regressive socially.

Here are some of the obits I saw:

James Dobson Is Dead, Was A Monster:

He studied psychology and the Bible so that he could borrow their authority and instrumentalize them to do widespread cruelty more effectively. He was oriented to evil, at vast scale, by continual lifelong choice. It was his calling, and he made it his job.

He tempts you with the promise that every cruel, fearful, punitive impulse you have aligns with The Way Things Are Supposed To Be, and that it is even your grim duty is to indulge them. In this respect, James Dobson was very much like Satan.

... Dobson warred against virtually every concerted movement in his lifetime working toward making this country kinder, more just, more equitable, or more merciful. He also fought against efforts to protect the environment and responsibly steward the world's natural resources, because he was a nasty guy motivated by the thrill of doing evil with impunity and for no other reason whatsoever.

The world is a much worse place as a result of his life's work; it would be a better place had he never been born. If he did not want people to rejoice at his death, maybe he should not have spent an entire lifetime working for and justifying their pain and suffering.

Dingus of the week: Dustin Burrows:

Where Lyz fails, the devil prevails.

Dobson, a homophobic misogynist with a face like God turned it in at 11:59 on the sixth day of creation, spent his one wild and precious life arguing that parents should beat their children and their dogs. And I know, because it was his books that led to my being terrorized by a wooden spoon that had “Spare the rod, spoil the child. Proverbs 13:14” written on the bowl, which over the years became cracked and broken from being used to hit me and my siblings.