The media figures we depend on for news and the political leaders we expected to protect us have betrayed our trust over and over. Glenn told a sobering story from his family history to illustrate this mistreatment on radio Wednesday.

Comparing the media and our leaders to abusers, he talked about a family member who put up with an abusive relationship for years. “Are you done yet?” she was asked many times.

From Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Texas) to President Donald Trump, our lawmakers have made promises and ultimately failed us. No matter how many times we get exploited by our leaders, we keep coming back for more.

“All of them have abused us and punched us in the face, all of them have. For their own political power, gain … in their own way,” Glenn said.

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This is a rush transcript and may contain errors.

GLENN: All right. Two stories that show you how crazy we are getting.

Antifa protesters marched on Piedmont Park in Atlanta, Georgia. Piedmont Park has monuments there.

And they were going to destroy all the confederate monuments in Piedmont Park. It was only after they vandalized and spray-painted a statue, that somebody took the time to read underneath the statue, that said, “This is a peace monument, encouraging national healing in the wake of the Civil War.” This wasn’t a Confederate memorial. This was, “Let us heal the wounds of the past.”

But the mob doesn’t care. So maybe we should react to the mob. Maybe we should do everything we can just to appeal to the mob.

That’s what ESPN did yesterday. ESPN decided to take Robert Lee — not Robert E. Lee, Robert Lee, Asian descent, Lee, the surname, like I hate to — you know, I hate to put it into this category, but I just want to make sure we all understand, it’s like Lee’s Noodle House. It is an Asian name that you would see anywhere. It is — you know, it is an Asian name. It is not an American name like Robert E. Lee, the Confederate.

So what did ESPN do? They decided to get rid of Robert Lee, because of the mob. We can’t have Robert Lee, you know, do play-by-play for this game because his name is Robert Lee, and that’s offensive to a lot of people. That’s offensive.

That’s offensive? No, what’s offensive is — is me trying to make all Asians into owners of noodle houses. That seems like a crazy thing to say. Because why?

They’re not. They’re not.

They’re also not all geniuses in math. They’re people.

To take a name and say, “Oh, my gosh, that’s an offensive name,” on this guy. Talk about judge me on the content of my character. Who is this guy? He has nothing to do with Robert E. Lee. Nothing to do with Robert E. Lee.

It’s offensive to roll him up. And it’s offensive to the American people. It’s an offense to us to say, “Oh, well, we’re just so stupid.” But then again, I take it back to the memorial, that they tried to deface, that is a peace memorial. Had nothing to do with it.

So I want to ask you what my grandfather asked my aunt. And I think I’m just going to ask you this every day because this is what my aunt did. My aunt married a guy who my grandfather knew was abusive. And make no mistake, guys, we are in abusive relationships.

Our media, the G.O.P., the DNC, all politicians, quite honestly, from — let me throw my guy under the bus — from Ted Cruz to Donald Trump, in one way or another, all of them have abused us and punched us in the face. All of them have, for their own political power, gain, et cetera, et cetera. In their own way. Some, much more egregious than others.

But on all sides, we are in an abusive relationship. And we just keep coming back for more. So all the way down the aisle, my grandfather said to my aunt, “Please, don’t do this, Joanne. Please don’t do this. Please.”

“Dad, you are wrecking my wedding.”

“Please, I’m begging you. Let’s turn around right now. There’s nothing to be lost here. There’s no shame in this. Please, turn around. Let’s walk out now.”

When she said no, he said, “I’m — I’ll always be here, and I’ll always be your dad. You let me know when you’re done.” And every time she would come home with a black eye and she would cry on my grandmother’s shoulder, my grandfather would walk in the room and he would ask one question, “Are you done yet?” Most of the time, she answered, “No, Dad, stop it. You don’t understand.”