It's Sunday morning. I get home from work. I'm eating "dinner". But it's 7:30am. So the TV's on and all I have on is Sesame Street and 4 religious shows. OK, now my life takes on some kind of weird movie as I'm flipping through these shows and I'm noticing that you could virtually interchange these bastards...Angely...Swaggert...Slick-Creepy-Southern-Guy-With-Bad-Dentures...Elmo...Neighborhood -Catholic-Priest-doing-the-sacrament-thing. Swaggert / Craig T. Nelson...separated at birth. I guess I was lucky I wasn't dropping acid or my head would have exploded.

But it made me miss the days of the Reverend Gene Scott. God Damn! (pun intended) Gene Scott was one crazy bastard...he may still be, I don't know. His show used to be on Sunday nights at midnight, right after the original, half-hour SCTV which was just called Second City, then. Gene would sit on this stage wearing a bright metal helmet...gold...I swear. And the lights would shine into the helmet and blind you. And he'd be sitting there with a cigar spewing something about God, then rambling about his horses, then back to God. I didn't know what the hell that dude was talking about, but he looked so freakin bizzare I didn't want to turn the channel...but he was so damn boring that he'd put me to sleep every time.

Freakin Gene Scott. Crazy-Ass Bastard.