Hey Pat, if you start with, “I know it sounds cruel…”– it is.
And to hell with those pesky marriage vows, right? They only matter if icky gay people want to take them.
“Holy” matrimony? Feh:
“Gone! They’re gone! They are gone!”… as you should be, ex-Baptist minister Robertson.
It wouldn’t surprise me if he was at home applauding along with the “pro-life” teabate crowd.
Memo to Pat Robertson (who, by the way, was so holier-than-thou wholesome that he censored the words “toilet paper” in a run of 150 squeaky clean jokes I had to write for a ventriloquist and his space alien dummy while working for this s.o.b. at The Family Channel):
My mother died of Alzheimer’s, and my dad nearly did himself in caring for her well into his mid-eighties because he was that devoted to her. See, my father had what’s called a heart, Pat, compassion. Or as you like to call it, a burden.
Pat Robertson: Insensitive asshole Hypocridiot-O’-The-Day.
H/t: @GregOstravich
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