Ever since I was a kid I remember Billy Graham doing his fire and brimstone bully pulpit numbers on minor league sinners.Stuff like, you better feel guilty if you ate a grape on the house when you were grocery shopping at the super market.
Now on his holiday death bed he wants his best friends the Clintons there.It reminds me of when I was a kid where the ultimate good guy wrestler Vern Gagne would drive up in the same vehicle with his mortal enemy heel, Mad Dog Vachon where they would wrestle that night.On the way home they had a few good laughs how the crowd got into it and actually believed it was a good versus evil thing where it was real and not staged.
I guess it's all just one big act where the fix is in.Same for politics too where they are all buddy buddies with each other behind the scenes collecting their paychecks and kickbacks.
Now on his holiday death bed he wants his best friends the Clintons there.It reminds me of when I was a kid where the ultimate good guy wrestler Vern Gagne would drive up in the same vehicle with his mortal enemy heel, Mad Dog Vachon where they would wrestle that night.On the way home they had a few good laughs how the crowd got into it and actually believed it was a good versus evil thing where it was real and not staged.
I guess it's all just one big act where the fix is in.Same for politics too where they are all buddy buddies with each other behind the scenes collecting their paychecks and kickbacks.
