His father was an open racist. Liberty University started as segregation academy. He defended apartheid in South Africa. He was never moral. Just a gay hating misogynistic bigot.
I don't care what consenting adults do in private. He can have all the threesomes he wants. But he built a career on denying others that right. Birth control is fine for his wife but not other women. They can sleep with whomever they like but I can't choose my partner or spouse. None of them are moral. Bigots and grifters. No wonder they like Trump.
And if these words you do not heed Your pocketbook just kinda might recede When some man comes along and claims a godly need He will clean you out right through your tweed ("That's right, you asked for it, remember there is a big difference Between kneeling down and bending over . . .") He's got twenty million dollars In his Heavenly Bank Account . . . All from those chumps who was Born again Oh yeah, oh yeah He's got seven limousines And a private plane . . . All for the use of his Special Friends Oh yeah, oh yeah He's got thousand-dollar suits And a Wembley Tie . . . Girls love to stroke it While he's on the phone Oh yeah, oh yeah At the House of Representatives He's a groovy guy . . . When he Gives Thanks He is not alone . . . He is dealin' He is really dealin' IRS can't determine Where The is It is easy with the Bible To pretend that You're in Show Biz (And a-one, and a-two, and a . . .) They won't get him They will never get him For the naughty stuff That he did It is best in cases like this To pretend that You are stupid (DOH . . .) He's got Presidential Help All along the way He says the grace While the lawyers chew Oh yeah They sure do And the Governors agree to say: "He's a lovely man!" He makes it easier for Them to screw All of you . . . Yes, that's true! 'Cause he helps put The Fear of God In the Common Man Snatchin' up money Everywhere he can Oh yeah Oh yeah He's got twenty million dollars In his Heavenly Bank Account You ain't got nothin', people You ain't got nothin', people You ain't got nothin', people Thank the man . . . oh yeah As we end another broadcast day Let me say That you ain't got nothin' And he's got it all
I'd like to say that this a great parody, but it's actually just a great description of one type of "Christianity"--prosperity gospel. Frank Zappa was a true great.
Not being the religious type I had to opt for the life coaching scam.....not wealthy yet from it but there's hope!
10% is a very strange and specific percentage to place on how true it is that you watched your cabana boy have sex with your wife multiple times.
