Who's to blame?

BBC report today:
Iranian cleric blames quakes on promiscuous women
Promiscuous women are responsible for earthquakes, a senior Iranian cleric has said.
Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi told worshippers in Tehran last Friday that they had to stick to strict codes of modesty to protect themselves.
"Many women who do not dress modestly lead young men astray and spread adultery in society which increases earthquakes," he said.

Really, did this guy really say this? No wonder we have such a victim/prostitute archetype in our culture. What next? Are we to blame for global warming, the hole in the ozone, the tsunamis? OMG, I was wearing my push-up bra the day the stock market crashed, and, geez, come to think of it, I had shorts on the day General Motors collapsed. I wonder what Bernie’s Maddoff’s wife was wearing the day he got arrested? I think Sandra Bullock’s husband Jesse James is pulling a Hojatoleslam; he is blaming his incredibly abhorrent behavior on women—too, too many of them—because he’s a sex addict, don’t ya know. Wow, I never really saw the light before; how responsible we women are, how powerful men believe we are. I wonder what it’s going to take to really wake up and to shift this ridiculous and dangerous thinking. A nuclear war?
If I were enlightened, I would look to find the Divine in this man. I would embrace him as the obviously soul-sick person that he was, certain he had lost his connection to God (and reality)—and then strike him bluntly between the eyes with a two-by-four (as one ancient monk was known to do) in order to spontaneously awaken his spirit, elucidating right thinking and action.
If I were an analyst, I might observe this man to be deeply disturbed; likely a childhood trauma punctuated by his social imprinting distorting his reality, thus deluding him to the point of projecting his repressed feeling of powerlessness by anthropomorphizing a fault line—as I introduce him to Halcyon while admitting him to the psychiatric ward for an extended stay.
If I were Mother Nature, I would conjure a sh@* storm so fierce, a personal maelstrom replete with tornado, torrential rains, thunder & lightning, and hurricane winds that would strike the heart of any man who dared to cast false accusations, unjust burden and shame on any of my beloved creatures and wash his soul and spirit clean of all such nonsense now and forever—and then wash his mouth out with soap.
If I were the Ghost of Christmas Future, I would take this man on a tour of the nearest sperm and genetic engineering clinic. By now they would all be owned and operated by women, many of whom are Iranian women whose female descendants are now world leaders, who coincidently felt guided to genetically alter man’s anatomy. Now they offer penises to those men who over time proved honorable and capable of reverence and respect, and who a sacred council deems worthy.
If I were a man, I would feel a deep sense of shame and be compelled to consider all the ways I could help stop this propagation, degradation, humiliation and ultimate violence towards my fellow sisters, daughters, mothers, grandmothers and all of womankind—including binding his feet, wrapping his face with a permanent chador and his other end with a metal chastity belt (giving the key to the American Iranian woman who escaped Iran because her sister had been burned alive by her husband for dressing inappropriately).
If I were an Iranian woman living in Tehran, I would be a celibate lesbian!