Trigger Warning: Some readers may find the following remarks politically incorrect, insensitive and sexist. Proceed at your own risk.

So, we have all been subjected to a tsunami of sexual abuse cases in the news, and the sort of never-ending, 24/7, information-free commentary usually reserved for, well, tsunamis — or the latest mass shooting.

The fact that so many women have come forward (and in the case of Kevin Spacey, men) to accuse bullying louts of unwelcome sexual advances is news, but the fact that so much of it goes on isn’t. Let’s face it, men are pigs.

Or, if that’s a bit harsh, they are designed by nature to be incessantly in the market for something they value more highly than pearls and rubies, fast cars, corner offices, intelligence, character, longevity, beauty, and even power. And, in a cruel practical joke, the supply is controlled by the opposite sex.

Clearly, this imbalance of emotional power can lead to trouble, so civilization has created all sorts of laws, customs, mores, manners, taboos and commandments to prevent daily unpleasantness due to hormonal madmen. It is no coincidence that war, which is the absence of those civilized restraints, is accompanied by rape and pillage.

To be fair, the vast majority of men manage to color within the lines. Indeed, most are humble supplicants for the favor of fair lady, willing to endure the kind of trials of their worthiness described by the troubadour love poets. Unfortunately, in our macho culture they are supposed to pretend they are in charge. But a few haven’t gotten the message that women just let them believe they have power. That clueless fraction behaves like pushy creeps, to use a technical term.

All the blather about the cases in the news by earnest news talkers has tended to boil down to one conclusion. The perps are unspeakably vile, but not because they are after sex exactly. If so, we’d have to ban romance novels, senior prom, honeymoons and “Outlander.”

No, their method of seeking preferment is the problem. They abuse power to get what would otherwise not be available to them. This makes them contemptible, and in quite a few cases criminal, but it is not what makes them disgusting.

If they weren’t disgusting in the first place, they probably wouldn’t have to ambush, bully, abuse, blackmail, threaten, drug and harm their victims to get them to look with favor upon them. I am aware that I am approaching political incorrectness, but you will have noticed that flocks of women have not come forward to accuse the likes of Warren Beatty, Matthew McConaughey, Tom Brady or the current pretty boy pop star of unwelcome advances. Why, because attractive men, like attractive women, are attractive.

The rest of us are aware that we are not about to be voted sexiest man alive, and are about as likely to cause women to swoon as to write the symphonies of Mozart, create Berkshire Hathaway or discover the theory of relativity. We hope merely to be presentable enough, amiable enough, solvent enough, reliable enough to get one female of the species to tolerate our attentions.

It doesn’t take long to see why the creeps are driven to creepiness. They haven’t got what the ladies are buying. They do not attract groupies. They aren’t the Prince Charmings. They are the toads. Vulgar, unmannerly, arrogant, entitled, tone-deaf, abusive, uncaring, egocentric, brutal, pompous jerks.

Oddly enough, these are traits that can be useful in real estate development, politics, crime, on Wall Street and in Hollywood. But such neanderthals have trouble attracting women, because they are unattractive. For starters, just look at most of them. Most women wouldn’t, no matter how much money and power they accumulate, which is a particularly bruising rejection.

Of course, not all creeps are created equal. They come on a continuum. Some, like Al Franken, are just pitiful. He appears to have succumbed to a moment of lunacy when confronted with a women whose career path included Hooter’s calendar girl, Fredericks of Hollywood lingerie model, and Playboy siren. His career path was class clown. One look at him and at her and you’d never suspect they belonged to the same species. The poor sap knew from elementary school he wasn’t worthy, and briefly lost his grip on reality. This is your garden variety workplace stupidity.

Others have weird, and often illegal, kinks. Judge Moore who has all the sex appeal of the Pillsbury doughboy, even when equipped with his cowboy hat and tiny little gun, has an unholy desire for underage girls, which unsurprisingly was not reciprocated.

Others, like Louis C. K. seem to have a strange exhibitionist streak and long to put on solo performances. There really is no business like show business, I guess, but there are professionals who cater to such desires, sparing their customers career-ending exposure. At the other extreme, Bill Cosby was so little interested in a personal connection that he liked his women unconscious. This takes the objectification of women to the brink of their extinction.

The really disturbing creeps like Cosby, Weinstein and Trump seem permanently out of touch with reality. Apparently, they didn’t have mothers to teach them how to behave. Apparently, they never looked in the mirror. They seem to have imagined they might be desirable. Obviously they believed money or the perks they could dispense made them irresistible.

They seem to have been deformed early in life and believe, as toddlers do, that people can be treated like food or drink or toys, something to grab when you want it and throw away when you’re bored with it. Interestingly, many of them don’t just treat women like disposable objects that can be demeaned and used at whim. They do the same to everyone around them.

They expect their advances to be welcome, even applauded, their desires to be satisfied as smilingly as by a maid or waiter, a loyal aide, chauffeur or groundskeeper. And when a woman says no, their all-consuming egos are affronted, and they treat the victims as if they were the offending party. They call them ugly and brand them liars, and threaten to sue or blackball or harm them if they don’t vanish as if they’d never existed. In effect, they’re fired.

They behave inhumanly because they have a part missing where, in most people, the humanity lives. Sad, as the Creep-in-Chief likes to say.