He’s in the bad place.
He’s not one that I’m going to do my happy dance over, but I will sigh and ask ‘what took so long?’ Before I kicked her out of my life for good, my mother got deeply involved with a man that would fit right in with that group. She was always openly bigoted, but I think his influence just made her all that much worse. I’m sure the same could be said of Phil.
My dad was once confused for that guy. I assume it was the long gray beard, because my father was latino, had the accent you’d expect, and didn’t look like Robertson at all. It was kind of hilarious. He had to look up what duck dynasty even was.
… and for us.
Yes, our collective IQ went up a little.
I came to post about this, and might I just add
Only the good
90? Shit, why can’t these bastards keel over at 70? 60? Even 2 would be good.
Woo! There’s some good news for the day! Now the question is which Frank Zappa song to play first: Lonesome Cowboy Burt, More Trouble Every Day, or Penguin in Bondage – “Swaggart Version” for each, of course.
If there’s a God, Jimmy will spend his afterlife looking up at us.
If there is a Hell, Swaggart is there now, asking for money.
God doesn’t want them and they are doing the Devil’s work.
“Televangelist Jimmy Swaggart, whose multimillion-dollar ministry was toppled by prostitution scandals, has died at 90.”
He was taken from us too late.