It was quite amusing watching televangelist Jim Bakker's number nineteenth nervous breakdown. Pat Robertson and his ilk are no different and no better than the sleaziest telemarketer or used car salesmen. Perhaps Oral Roberts should have been named for a lower part of the body. After all, a lot of the guano he made up to try to get more donations from the gullible and foolish (i.e. being "Called Home") could fertilize all the farms foreclosed during the Reagan years. Thank goodness Jerry Falwell is no longer around to mess with out freedoms of action and choice. At least that is cause for celebration. I have great contempt for all of the above preacher/con-artists. As far as I'm concerned, these people cannot justify their opulent lifestyles as long as there are poor and homeless people with next to nothing. I'm sure these phonies and profitable false prophets only pay lip-service to helping the poor and less-fortunate, while meddling in all our lives through political power. I recently noticed that the beginning of the Rolling Stones song "Sympathy For The Devil" applies to many of these tv and broadcast preachers who abuse their tax-exempt status to gain limousines, mansions, and Rolex watches, among other lavish material possessions; while attempting to shred the Constitution, making tinder out of the Bill of Rights, and changing the nation for the worse in the name of God. All of these so-called televangelists are "men of wealth and taste" who have "led many a man away from Faith." (as Mick Jagger sang) (to be cont'd)
[ The original version of this essay first appeared in Eastern Connecticut State University's Campus Lantern student newspaper in the early '90s and was also part of my unpublished manuscript "In Mediocrity We Trust... In Debt We Die" And Other Essays.]