3-29-87 Sunday. For as long as I can remember there have been religious programs, including prayer and other services, on television. I rarely watch them, but I’m aware of their existence through reading the television guide and newspaper stories. Just the other day there was a huge scandal involving one of the top television evangelists, Jim Bakker. It transpires that several years ago, Jim had a brief sexual liaison with a female secretary. This, of course, had extortion potential, so he ended up paying the secretary huge sums of money to keep her quiet. Public knowledge of the incident would have ruined his ministry, which is built, after all, on faith, trust, honesty, and the absence of sin. The other day, Jim and his wife, Tammy, made several announcements. First, they said that Tammy had a drug problem. Second, they announced that Jim had had an affair with the secretary and paid extortion money. And third, they said that they were turning over their ministry to a fundamentalist, Jerry Falwell. Bakker’s television show, The PTL Club (where “PTL” stands for “Praise the Lord”), is one of the more successful in the country at attracting viewers and generating income.
For an agnostic like me, the downfall of the Bakkers is hilarious. [Schadenfreude!] Here we have a righteous Christian minister who has been preaching the virtues of monogamy, self-control, and fidelity for many years, and he goes out and has an affair. His wife, moreover, succumbs to drug addiction. There have also been charges that another television evangelist, Jimmy Swaggart, has attempted a corporate “takeover” of The PTL Club. This has led to considerable infighting among television evangelists, and also to reports of just how wealthy some of these ministers are. Jim and Tammy, for example, live in rich opulence, and defend their “right” to do so. They wear designer fashions on their show and at the same time plead for money from viewers. Perhaps the most outrageous charge, to date, was made by Jim. He said that the secretary, Jessica Hahn, “seduced” him. Big fucking deal! Does this make him any less hypocritical? Does it excuse [sic; should be “absolve”] him from sin? Actually, in the eyes of many, it does. Males are thought to be captives, to some extent, of their sexual urges. Females exist to tempt them, and some succeed. In this case Jim just fell victim to his masculine urges; he did what any red-blooded American would have done. He went for the pussy. Is that so bad? There you have it: an American comedy. As I say, we agnostics and atheists are having a field day.
There was a bit of drama on my bike ride this afternoon. I was on my way to Mission San Xavier, about fifteen miles from the apartment with thirty-five to go, when I passed a rider struggling to get up a slight incline. I noticed that he was in a high gear, because his legs were moving slowly. His head was down, so I concluded that he was out of shape and tired. But when I got fifty yards ahead of him and settled into a pace of about twenty-two miles per hour (the wind was with me), I noticed in my rearview mirror that he was gaining on me, slowly but surely. He must have perked up when I passed. So I waited. I maintained my pace and kept a close eye on his progress. When he got to within ten yards of me, I saw him stand up. That did it. The son of a bitch was trying to pass me. I stood up, sprinted like a madman for a hundred yards, crouched into a racing position, and shot ahead. Looking back, I noticed that he had come to almost a full stop. The feeling, inexplicably, was that I had killed him. Just when he thought that he would burst past me, that I was easy prey, I destroyed him psychologically. I chuckled to myself at this little game, and felt a bit ashamed of myself for trouncing him; but that’s biking. I’ve had other riders humiliate me in the same way. Perhaps next time he’ll be in better shape.