In Brent Batten's Naples Daily News column today he speaks of the unreliability of those who would predict the End of Days. Most recently, a buffoon named Harold Camping got it wrong and seems to be the only one who has disappeared.
Weasels pretending to be purveyors of God's word, have been around since they invented religion. And they do well. Reports have it that Harold collected over 100 million from those who could swallow his pap.
The most famous rascal I can remember we'll call Offal Rogers. Offal, who talked--literally--out of the side of his mouth amassed zillions. He'd been caught scamming but the faithful didn't seem to care.
Once, on a national TV show, they brought to the stage--to his surprise--a former employee who pretended to be healed by Offal of being lame over 300 times. He'd glide up front in the wheelchair, Offal would lay hands on him, and he'd jump up and dance.
Then another stooge was brought forward who had a giant goiter that Offal made disappear. It actually was a rubber bladder glued to the neck, that Offal would squeeze the air out of when he "laid hands" on him.
He also peddled "prayer rugs" at $30 a pop that he'd personally knelt on. They were paper, like the mats they put under your plate at The Greasy Spoon.
Offal was a great predictor, too. There's always room for more.
And Harold Camping will be seen again. I suggest he join that bunch in Colorado that predict hurricanes. Hell, he could air his asininity every year and still probably be more accurate than those clowns that do it now.
Weasels pretending to be purveyors of God's word, have been around since they invented religion. And they do well. Reports have it that Harold collected over 100 million from those who could swallow his pap.
The most famous rascal I can remember we'll call Offal Rogers. Offal, who talked--literally--out of the side of his mouth amassed zillions. He'd been caught scamming but the faithful didn't seem to care.
Once, on a national TV show, they brought to the stage--to his surprise--a former employee who pretended to be healed by Offal of being lame over 300 times. He'd glide up front in the wheelchair, Offal would lay hands on him, and he'd jump up and dance.
Then another stooge was brought forward who had a giant goiter that Offal made disappear. It actually was a rubber bladder glued to the neck, that Offal would squeeze the air out of when he "laid hands" on him.
He also peddled "prayer rugs" at $30 a pop that he'd personally knelt on. They were paper, like the mats they put under your plate at The Greasy Spoon.
Offal was a great predictor, too. There's always room for more.
And Harold Camping will be seen again. I suggest he join that bunch in Colorado that predict hurricanes. Hell, he could air his asininity every year and still probably be more accurate than those clowns that do it now.
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