About 20 years ago I was working as a sports reporter for a news paper in Oklahoma. The state tournament for girls basketball was held at Oral Roberts University and I was covering it. I had a press pass and was sitting in a box next to the court. I had to change the camera lens and stood up to dig through my bag.
A gentlemen in a box directly behind me yelled "Down in front...sit down". I said "just a minute" and continued to dig for my lens. Again he repeated "Down in front...sit down" with a little more annoyance in his voice. I kept digging but yelled an apology over my shoulder. The second the apology was out of my mouth he yelled "you need to sit down now".
Well, thoroughly annoyed at this point I spun around and yelled "give me a fucking minute" right to the scowling face of Oral Roberts. Being the good reporter I quickly raised the camera and snapped off a picture of irritated pastor in his green/yellow plaid pants and unmatched argyle sweater. Ever the professional Mr Roberts instantly donned a benevolent smile the second he saw the camera. Although the two massive black bodyguards flanking him did not.
I quietly sat and watch the rest of the game. I still have the picture somewhere.
Anyway I had to run and pick up some insulation from the lumber yard about 40 miles from here. On my way back I just kept thinking of that night at the state tournament, rolling the events over in my mind for some reason. Had not thought about it in years.
When I got back to the cabin I checked the news and saw that Oral Roberts was dead. Ain't that weird.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Oral and I
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Everybody loves Oral.
Our subconscious knows what's going on. The "little voice" in our minds that tells us things is there for a reason. Amazing how the mind works...
Remember when Larry Flint offer Him a million to change his last name to sex. That was a hoot. If you can hear that inner voice, listen well.
I thought about that day not long ago also, creepy. We were lucky we weren't taken out back and beaten half to death that day. Still the best set of giant praying hands I have ever seen.
They were wonderful praying hands :) millions of hungry children could have been fed with the money they spent on those freakish hands.
Speaking of brother Oral, doesn't he have a clone son named Anal?
Yes but Anal doesn't have the grace for stealing that Oral had and I honestly expect he will be ministering to the prison population soon.
He was an ass, pure and simple, his whole life. And a money-grubbing hypocritical self-aggrandizing one at that. Classic sociopathic behavior on exhibit. Satan is no doubt sticking his fork in his tasty parts right now.
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