Radio is a sad salvation / Radio is cleanin' up the nation

I was over at the First Cup earlier, and the radio played me what may have been the single worst commercial in the history of the medium. It had... I think he was a pirate? Or maybe a king or something?... complaining about how his no-good wife was going to take away all his ill-gotten booty in the divorce. And then the voice-over told him to call some number to talk to divorce lawyers who stick up for Men's Rights in divorce cases? And then the queen (or something) was like "I heard you called 1-800-DIVORCE, let's have sexy tiems nao?

To sum up, the secret to making yourself irresistible to women is to screw over other women in court with attack-dog divorce lawyers. Thanks, radio!