I’ll start off with just five words.
Five wonderful words.
“Get on the damn telephone!”
“I’m not doing a damn thing until you people start sending in some damn money; so if you want to see me decline another Greek verb on the big board, you damn well better pick up the phone and send me some green. Praise the Lord.”
Uh oh–Gene’s gonna be pissed at me: nouns are declined; verbs are conjugated.
And now, more video-tape of horses prancing about…
I can decline a verb:
OTHER: “Would you like a to run?”
ME: “No thank you, I decline.”
(BTW, is “appreciation” really the right term to use for Gene Scott?)
My ex-GF and I used to sit around laughing hysterically at this guy. You had to like him compared to other TV preachers - he minced no words about wanting as much money as he could get.
My favorite part was when he would wear two pairs of glasses at the same time.
Gassendi, I thought I was the only person who remembered that! What the heck was up with that??
He’s on C Band satellite. I see him in passing as the dish swings by. How do you watch him?
Actually, he’d wear sunglasses on top of reading glasses (not that that is any less strange)–while smoking a cigar and cussing.
He should have his own stamp.
He’s been on for at least 20 years, getting more impossibly cantankerous and grizzled each year.
“I will now compare for you the power of Jesus and the powers of Spider-Man”.
My husband is more familiar with him than I am, he has this bizarre memory of Scott reading a poem on some Jewish theme and interrupting every few lines to look soulfully into the camera and ask “Why a duck?”
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…
I want to know
I want to know if he will welcome me there
I do not want
I do not want to be denied
I want to live
I want to live in that city so fair
That’s enough for me to know.
I do not know the day my saviour will come
I must be at the door
Completely unintelligable line that according to Gene “Nobody knows what he’s saying there, not even God!”
Only call me, oh Lord
Cut to Gene sitting in chair
Gene: (Long pause) (a few cigar puffs) Play it again.
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…
repeat until enough money has rolled in.
Forgive me if I messed up, this is based on 18-20 year old memories. My friend and I were fascinated with him from about 1983 (when he would beat the crap out of wind up monkeys for half an hour at a time) to about 1986, when he got kinda boring and was just raising money to buy the “Jesus Saves” building in downtown LA. Checking his website, it looks like he might have gone crazy again.
Man, I used to watch that guy for hours, just laughing hystarically.
Here’s his site, btw.
Bill H., I’ve never seen this guy before over here - he’s brilliant!
Now you’ve posted the link, I’m gonna waste a lot of time on watching him!
So what’s his deal? He’s completely insane, right?
I’d darkly compare him to a certain popular preacher who became quite famous in 1978, except I’m kind of afraid of him.
I was sitting in the bathtub, tuning around the shortwave bands on a pocket radio, when his grizzled voice came over the speaker, like that of an old friend.
“An Indian corporation … you have two cows, and you worship them!”
Yup. He was telling the entire series of “you’re a nationality and you have two cows” jokes. Aftr he finished, he yelled “GET ON THE TELEPHONE!”
Way better than Benny Hinn and the like. He’s got character.
Oh, I just remembered another of his phrases: “first fruits”. He wanted returns on any kind of income.
Oh, and remember his horses?
And he was always cursing every other televangelist out there. I remember once he was cursing and complaining because someone had given Jerry Falwell a gold rolex and noone had given him one.
I’ve gotta say though, even though I’m an athiest and found him silly, I also found him kinda bright and I also liked that he didn’t have a problem with profanity, drinking, abortion, homosexuality, etc.
So… he’s like an insane homeless person with his own cable access show?
And I missed this?
Darn.
Now I’ll never know if Jesus had web shooters.
My favorite Dr. Gene moment was when he stormed off the set and they continued to show nothing but his chair and the 1-800 number for thirty minutes! No music. No announcer. No nothing. Just the chair and the number. Possibly the greatest moment in televangilism history.
More like what your alcoholic and senile uncle would be like with his cable access show, except he’s successful enough to buy airtime all over the country and has his own shortwave station. Gene Scott is simply the greatest televangelist of all time, and I watched Oral Roberts when he was in his prime. He’s even better than insane homeless preachers because you don’t have to smell him.