Polish tinsel Christian values with lots of hate and Jimmy semen. The finger that points is up your dress.
—Sons of Ishmael
The televangelist Jimmy Swaggart is finally dead at the age of 90, no longer able to spread his rotten seed. In the late 1970s and through most of the 80s, he smiled on the TV, sang gospel songs, praised God, taught hate, and swindled followers of money to build an empire through his ministries, broadcast network, and his bible college. He financially supported the South African-backed Mozambican National Resistance, an anti-communist militia group that committed crimes against humanity. In 1988, he pleaded for forgiveness in his “I Have Sinned” speech, when the first of his prostitution scandals was exposed. Once defrocked, he was undeterred and became a non-denominational minister, continuing his bigotry.
In 1989, Sons of Ishmael, a Canadian punk rock band, released the seven-inch Sing Generic Crap. Today, to mark the occasion of Jimmy’s demise, I am listening to their short song, “Jimmy Swaggart Stuck His Pee-Pee in My Poo-Poo.” The deeply scathing cynicism for the hypocrisy of televangelists erupts with:
It seemed like much more than a dream
When Jimmy Swaggart came to me
He said, “Send your kids to my school
Where they’ll learn to be just like me
I put my penis into whores
To cleanse them of their awful sins
I intimate children and old people
Extracting protection money to ward off Satan.
With a few lines they capture Jimmy:
Show me your sins and I’ll show you mine
Take me to a hotel room and I’ll tear off my garter belt;
Wholesome Christian blood rush to my penis
Little girls with blue lipstick are yeast to my penis.
It is no surprise that Jimmy loved Shitbag Trump. I hope Jimmy’s family plays this Sons of Ishmael song (3:22 in the video below) at his funeral.
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