That is the most vile, sacreligious, blasphemous and offensive web-site that I have ever wished I created (though this is a close second).
Speaking of TBN, one of their newest freak shows that gives me paralytis remotis when channel surfing is the psychotic black she-minister. I don’t know her name, but at first I thought it was Willona from Good Times jumping on the "my career left me but Jesus bought me [some/[URL=http://www.black-sabbath.de/lyrics/seventh.jpg]more URL] airtime born again has-been celebrities , but thankfully for my unblemished memories of Good Times it wasn’t. However, if a Willona-ish black woman is ever screaming and jumping up and down while Jan and the other members of the Court of Big Haired Women cry and jiggle behind her, spare a moment and watch (especially if you’re a Psych major studying manic episodes).
The woman’s stories are absolutely insane and screeched into the phone and are always about money. God talks to her in an audible voice more than he ever talked to pre-Lithiumized Patty Duke and gives her bizarre business advice: “Give your Mercedes to the homeless woman”… “Take the $30,000 you just got unexpectedly and give it to your pastor and I will bless it ten-fold” “Take your only son and throw him to the hyenas at the San Diego Zoo and I will give thee a coupon for a free Double Cheese Krystal” type shit and half the time she doesn’t even resolve them (so what happened when you gave the homeless woman your Mercedes? Why not sell the Mercedes and buy Saturns for five homeless women? Are you sure the woman had a valid driver’s license? etc.). She’s usually brought on during the beg-a-thons and the crowd goes ecstatic, but I can’t shake the feeling that her ride is waiting backstage.
Speaking of Tammy Faye & Jan’s resemblance, did you know they hate each other with a passion? The Bakkers and the Crouch’s started the network together 30+ years ago, but by both the Bakkers accounts and the accounts of objective reporters, the Crouchs totally screwed the Bakkers out of the place by spreading rumors and calling for a vote of elders and some odd financial dealings (thus sending the Bakkers to work for Pat Robertson and then found PTL). Many believe that Jerry Falwell’s offer to “steward” PTL during its troubles had quite a bit to do with the fact that unlike him they owned a satellite (which is now his). It is as cutthroat as any other big business and aided by the fact they don’t have to worry about taxes or financial disclosure.
My absolute favorite moments on TBN have all been Jan moments though. I swear to Og all these are true:
*when she told about how when she was a little girl and her pet chicken Cheap-Cheap (she was always a clever gal) was run over by a truck and she was in despair, God did what any nice supernatural daddy would do and rose the chicken from the dead. (He could do that for the mothers whose babes have died of malnutrition, leukemia and AIDS too I’m sure, but they don’t amuse him as much.)
*When her father, a church organist, died of “diabeetus” and her mother despaired over how “her and we children [sic]” would live and then they heard organ music and went into the sanctuary to find (the following is an exact quote) “my daddy was playing with his organ!”- after experimenting with chickens God was ready for an organist, you see
*The vision Satan gave her when she was suffering from suicidal depression- the following is not verbatim as I don’t have a transcript, but on my gonads it is very true to the spirit of what she said [and she definitely said the part about the fingernails]:
Jan [sobbing violently]:"*… and Satan showed me what was to become of me… he showed me this horrible place with people screaming… and it was an institution of some sort… and there in the corner was this…horrible… filthy… ragged… thing…at first I wasn’t sure it was human… it’s hair was matted, and it was wearing a straight-jacket and unable to move… and it was sobbing and forlorned… and its nose was running and its face was dirty and its fingernails were long and uncut and filthy… and I realized… *drumroll please- you’ll never guess *“it was mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
At this moment I and every gay Alabamian watching that night immediately bolted upright and said “How the fuck do you know what the fingernails looked like if you were in a fucking STRAIGHT JACKET!” (we literally started calling each other to laugh and share and “My God are you watching this?”). Wonderful performance art, though overpaid.