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Create New Blog EntryOK, someone here has to entrust me with the secret. I have been trying to post blogs consisting of a movie/video, for like a MONTH now. Everyone else here can do it. I've asked before how to do it; no responses. I've tried every possible way. OK, whose ass needs kissing, please let me know, thanks, that must be the secret.
On his award-worthy HBO program Last Week Tonight, John Oliver revels in exposing hypocrisy, from the compromised snake oil salesman Dr. Oz to “thin-skinned” megalomaniac Donald Trump. Sunday night’s edition saw the intrepid British satirist target America’s shady fraternity of televangelists bleeding their brainwashed acolytes dry.
“This is about the churches that exploit people’s faith for monetary gain,” Oliver announced.
Yes, in 2015, televangelism is still thriving in America. Back in March, The Daily Beast reported on Creflo Dollar, a pastor who’d thoroughly convinced his loyal congregation that God wanted him to own a $65 million private jet, and wanted them to foot the bill.
Joining Dollar in his pursuit of the high life is Mike Murdock, a televangelist who shamelessly bragged in front of his congregation about purchasing not one, but two private jets with straight cash. And Kenneth Copeland, a televangelist who—along with his equally opportunistic wife, Gloria—calls his private jet a “preaching machine” that he uses only for church activities, yet was revealed to use it to fly to luxury ski resorts and gaming trips to India to hunt exotic animals.
All of these televangelists and more preach “The Prosperity Gospel” that, Oliver says, “argues that wealth is a sign of God’s favor, and donations will result in wealth coming back to you. That idea takes the form of ‘seed faith’—that donations are seeds that you will one day get to harvest.”
“If she went to a doctor, it was a sin,” Beach told the AP. “You didn’t believe enough if you did. She just wrote: ‘God heal me. God heal me. God heal me.’”
Last Week then played a series of damning clips of televangelists requesting “seed” money on their programs, including Murdock convincing those deep in credit card debt to donate $1,000 to his church in order to sow a “seed” to God that will eventually wipe out said debt.
Even more harrowing is the case of Bonnie Parker, who, instead of seeking treatment for cancer, was convinced to “sow” money into Copeland’s church due to the ministry’s teaching. After Parker died in 2004 from cancer, her daughter, Kristy Beach, claimed to have found her mother’s diaries that detailed the words she heard on TV from Kenneth and Gloria Copeland.
“If she went to a doctor, it was a sin,” Beach told the AP. “You didn’t believe enough if you did. She just wrote: ‘God heal me. God heal me. God heal me.’”
Oliver then played a video of Gloria Copeland, who hawks a series of “healing faith” products, suggesting to her congregation that it’s better to pray then to seek medical treatment for cancer.
“We know what’s wrong with you—you’ve got cancer,” preached Copeland. “The bad news is we don’t know what to do about it except give you some poison that will make you sicker. Now, which do you want to do: do you want to do that, or do you want to sit here on Saturday morning, hear the word of God, and let faith come into your heart and be healed? Hallelujah.”
What’s more, these “Prosperity Gospel” and “seed faith” practices are not only legal, but, since these money-suck factories are technically churches, the vast sums of money people donate to them is tax-free.
Even the IRS admits that its regulations concerning churches and religious entities are “purposely broad” and “a little vague.” In the IRS Tax Guide for Churches
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So today I sit here wondering... Is there a man out there who truly understanding?
I do believe there is, however with my situation I think it may take a while to find him. I know I will find him...
I know I want a man who is kind, funny, understanding, respectful and true. A man that is patient and thinks of beautiful ways to remind me that I picked the right guy to bring into my life. as I would do the same to him. But I am the type to take the initiative and try to learn all I can about my partner and I would hope he would do the same. Everyday he came home from work or school or an appointment I would ask him how his day was, or in the mornings sit down and have coffee enjoying the view of the man that sits across from me, not worrying about his age height or weight, but rather how he is feeling. I look forward to the days of date nights and beautiful movies watched together and cuddle sessions, and wonderful nights of laying my head down next to the one I love.
I remember my first Boyfriend, and how he made me feel. The days spent holding him with his beautifully soft smooth skin, and hairless physique (we were ten at the time). I remember the days when we would hand each other, laying in bed, kissing slow and passionately, want to stay that way forever. He was the one person in the world at that moment, the only one I wanted to be so close with intimately. I remember the days of slowly undressing him, taking my time to take in the view, first lifting his shirt over his head, as i see his smooth supple chest and then working my way to his pants, unbuttoning his pants and slowly looking forward to his seeing his smooth long prize, noting his lack of hair and not have any underwear on. I remember he always smiled, that smile that told me he was mine. than once he was undressed he turned his attention to me, slowly undressing me with a passion that could only be described in movement,like a beautiful ballet. He would take his time as my pants would drop, he would lay me on the bed and slowly crawl up to my head and kiss me randomly up my body til he got back to my lips. The type of days and nights would go on for many years. When I was twelve, My mom got into an accident with my in the front seat, that accident cost me my bladder. But my boyfriend didn't care he loved me for me not what I looked like nor what I wore, I was his and that was enough. Two weeks after the accident he came to my house to check on me, (my mom and dad had to go to a banquette) so they let him in. I couldn't believe what happened next, but it did. He came in to the room with me laying on my bed drugged up to help with the pain, half covered by my blanket and wear a baby diaper because my bladder stop working properly causing me to lose control of when and if I had to go. He walked in and saw me laying there unable to move and needing to change, he didn't say a word, he just looked around found the stack of diapers, grabbed some powder from my dresser and changed it with out hesitation, I tried to tell him no but he just hushed me and said I love You, which made me tear up, but that was just the type of guy he was. he never let my problem get between us and instead I think it brought us closer. We stayed together until we were 19 years old. June 22, 2005 he was involved in a car accident that took his life... almost 11 years later I'm looking for that same quality in a man.
So now I must ask, If you are with someone how did you meet them and if you are not with someone what do you look for in a Partner?
please feel free to comment or message me.
This is unbelievable! I'm absolutely euphoric this morning. Out of 77 stories, mine came in 2nd - worth a prize of $100! My story had a final rating of 4.90 and the other two prize winners had scores of 4.93 and 4.89. I think I've always been a good writer, but really I've only written about 10 stories so I'm basically a novice. So to beat out so many more experienced writers is a real thrill. An especial thanks to all those here who've read it and voted for it.
For those who haven't read it but would like to, the story is called 'Ganny and Me - A Gay Love Story" and you can find it at https://www.literotica.com/s/ganny-and-me-a-gay-love-story.
Hello all :) I'm Witchboy
About me - I'm 18, I live somewhere that I wont tell you where it is. :) I like to read and I like to play video games (Watch Dogs 2 is terrible) and I love to fuck :)
I'm bisexual and my first orgasm was when I was jerking off at 11 :) I fucked my first girl when I was 13 and had sex with another boy for the first time when I was 14
So thats me.
Been going through a rough time the last few months, said things to friends, that i shouldnt have, I know that now, because I mailed them and wished them a Merry Christmas, and they didnt return the message. So I apologise to RD, Billy and Jerrod, hope you are all well, and to my sis, who I havent spoken to in well over 4 months, not her undoing just mine, dont know why, cant explain it. Admitting in public, I did wrong to my friends, I suppose its better out than in. Wish al my friends on here or elsewhere, all my love for the upcoming New Year. Love, Scott
Since my blog submissions are sometimes good, sometime not so much, just pick 1 of these 2 live songs? Maybe one's good for you.
