The Prophet And Profits: TV Preacher Pat Robertson Goes For The Greed

Would that be the same Pat Robertson who reported in his book, Shout It From the Housetops, that his mother Gladys once had a vision from God of Robertson receiving packets of cash from heaven?!

“I saw a packet of bank notes floating down out of heaven into your hands,” Mrs. Robertson reportedly told her no-doubt happy son. “I looked closely and saw that they were made up of large denominations. I didn’t know how much money it was, I just knew it was a lot; and it was as if you were kneeling under the open windows of heaven, and God was pouring out his wealth upon you.”

Robertson says he and his mom both cried at the glorious prospect. “Praise the Lord,” he reportedly whispered through his tears.

Edit for link: http://blog.au.org/2009/05/15/the-prophet-and-profits-tv-preacher-pat-robertson-goes-for-the-greed/

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Interesting short-list of Robertson's "accomplishments," in a very short piece about his recent haranguing about American greediness.

Good gawd! :rofl:

And always sending his cronies to beg for more money!

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If that's useful to anybody.

I have heard priests and ministers say that Satan does not have red horns and a tail. He has to beguile you. He looks like us as to not repel us. He has to be attractive.
I understand that Satan is a metaphor for evil. If there is anything evil in this world it is Pat Robertson skimming poor people's bank accounts using fear that they will die and go to Hell.
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.....to Satan! :evilfrown:

The unctuous turd Pat the Liquor Officer also prayed his pimply hide would be delivered from combat in Korea, and his daddy the Senator answered.

Know your BFEE: Pat Robertson Incorporated a Gold Mine with a Terrorist

Guess who popped him for being a coward and a Marine Corps Officer? Pete McCloskey, then R-Calif.

The Good Lord pays in mysterious ways.



George W Bush sure looks a lot like this bootlicker, demonstrating satanic bilocality.

He's the spittin' image of one Alfred E. Newman.



What... me worry???

Package that snake oil my son - and the money came rolling in.