Tammy Faye's Eyes
I have to admit that mostly I've just been perplexed by people's reactions — and devotion — to the late Tammy Faye for the past couple of decades. I always figured it for a camp motivation, but maybe not. I never thought much of her ridiculous performances for the PTL cameras in the 80s, and I never quite understood her rehabilitation years later — nor, exactly, what happened to Jim Bakker that ignited such swift and mighty retribution. I didn't particularly care, either, since I didn't generally harbor much sympathy for televangelists, particularly adulterous ones.
I haven't altered my attitude that much after reading it, but I appreciate Gabriel Rotello's "The Lies About Tammy Faye" (Huffington Post, 24 July 2007), which has clarified, with calm dispatch, the events surrounding the downfall of the Bakkers. Perhaps I just approved because it confirmed that the late, not-lamented Jerry Falwell was even slimier than the slimy swamp-thing I already had imagined.
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on Tuesday, 24 July 2007 at 17.50
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I once saw a rather tall (gay) friend wearing a sweatshirt, white, with several smudges on it: two black over purple ones at the top, close together; two larger, pink ones below and farther apart; and a bright red one slashed across the bottom, all in a vague tannish oval. The legend was, "I ran into Tammy Faye at the mall."
on Tuesday, 24 July 2007 at 23.42
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Bill Morrison, that was the best — no, make that the only — thing to make me laugh on a PITA day. Thank you.
Jeff, didn't your mom tell you not to speak ill of the dead, even if they really, really have it coming?
Mine did — a fact I hold out to Rush Limbaugh in hopes he'll take it as some sort of incentive. (Hey, he's into pills and alcohol. Anything could happen.)