Posted on 07/30/2022 2:09:33 AM PDT by Libloather
Not my circus, not my monkeys
A black, white gangstah!
That’s my opinion as well.
“Close your eyes and see green,” the minister exhorted. “Money up to your armpits, a roomful of money and there you are, just tossing around in it like a swimming pool.”
The preacher was the Rev. Frederick J. Eikerenkoetter 2nd—better known as “Reverend Ike”—urging several thousand of his devoted parishioners to think positive thoughts.
From the red‐carpeted stage of what was once a Loew’s movie palace at 175th Street and Broadway, Reverend Ike evoked giggles from the predominantly black congregation. But they repeated his words obediently during a recent Sunday as, microphone in hand, he sang, “Lots and lots of money, ready for my use, oh yes, it’s ready for my use.”
I thought he got kilt.
Awfully hard to collect the insurance loot that way.
TV evangelists seem to always be in a class of their own.
The guys who stole the jewelry are Robbin’ the Hood.
Except, this guy seems so corrupt, insurance scam is a real possibility. A Jussie Smollet play.f
Because of course. That’s why.
I like the way you spelled kilt.
I also like boilt peanuts.
I’m beginning to like this guy. Separating the mark from his buck is a positive economic function. Sounds like he may be a little over qualified for a New York City politician, though.
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