Not to defend Jim Bakker or any of the other Prophets for Profit, but the sad reality is that for many people, often indigent widows, these men provide a service, a virtual "community" if you will. The elderly who are unable to get out to church and who miss the companionship of like-minded others find it comforting to be "part" of the "Worldwide Television Congregation" of men like Jim Bakker, Jimmy Swaggart, and Oral Roberts.
That such men exploit that loneliness and godly yearning for luchre is the abomination.
Jimmy Swaggart...
I was fortunate enough to be flipping through the channels one day in the mid-eighties, Jimmy Swaggart was there BRAGGING about how he had never been to a "Hollywood Movie". Well, we now know that the reason he'd never been to a "Hollywood Movie" was that he was too busy paying hookers so he could masturbate while he watched them masturbate.
Hell's a burnin' Jimmy, you pompous sonofabitch.
Darling Aunt Marjorie was just plain lonesome. She never had children, and during her lifetime was an accomplished, published poet. She married well in her youth, and had a sizable estate, unfortunately, not one of us saw her dilemma. She hid it well.
Bakker and that hideous wife benefited from her situation.
Yep, it’s true. The same kind of community “service” that Farcebook provides to all the old queers, queens, and aging 60’s hipsters and lefties who believe in obamaumao as the One, and hitlery for the aging dykes and fems.
Farcebook, a veritable cornucopia of crapola, conceived in college, and stolen by a crap weasel of the first order.
Like TV and the evangelists— Farcebook is for shut ins and the elderly and those who have given up.