Forgive me, Pat.

Man..I'm on a roll!

Last night I was channel surfing and I came across an episode of the 700 Club with Pat Robertson. Normally when this happens I let out a loud shriek and go grab a towel to wipe the blood from my eyes, but last night was different. I decided to watch a few minutes.

It was "Write Pat" time, as I like to call it. The first letter or email that was written in was as follows (and I'm paraphrasing here):

"Dear Pat,

My husband has worked for the same company for nearly 30 years. We have always spent every dollar that we make. Lately, we have began to fear that several jobs within his company will be eliminated, and he could be laid off in 6 months. What would you suggest we do to prepare ourselves in case this situation arises?

Cindy"

Well Cindy, I appreciate you writing in to me and making it look like the viewers of my show are a bunch of absent minded knuckleheads who counted down the weeks until their 16th birthday so they could drop out of school and join the team at the local Shop N Save!

My. Goodness...........Seriously.

Pat gave the usual advice, "Uhh, start saving you peabrain!"

Here's what REALLY struck me as odd. This is almost April, 6 months would lead us to October. Pat SHOULD have told her that it didn't freakin' matter because according to his "prophecy" most of America will be getting blown up this September!

Go on Cindy! Splurge til' your satisfied! Hell, whip out the plastic if you want to! None of it's gonna matter anyway; come October you and your husband will most likely be dust!

Who does he think he his prophesying the demise of the majority of the developed world and then keeping it to himself! Cindy, if I were you I'd void that support check you wrote last week and buy momma a new pair of shoes instead!