Pat Robertson, God's Simp - In Which the Divine Announces Plans for a Major Karmic Enema for all of Organized Religion, ASAP
by Mark Morford

There he sits, face scrunched, eyes clenched tight, fists balled up like he's clinging to the last Valium on Earth, colon in tortured knots, soul shriveled into a tiny black speck of bile and nothingness, invoking God and sodomy and incest and quivering like he's sitting on the red-hot poker of divine enlightenment itself. You go, Pat.
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