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Religion, anyone?

I do love Pat Robertson!  

If, ever, you have had any doubts about famously religiously people, then you should consider Pat Robertson, and all your doubts will dissolve:  he is . . . he is like St. Peter:  a rock upon which a church can be built.  He never fails to deliver the goods:  rock solid insight into the hearts of men.

Now, I do not know about you, but the Rev. Mr. Pat has said some things about marriage and the family that simply warm my heart.  He said, for instance, that married men have a tendency to wander, and that it is the wife's job to create a home so enticing that her husband will not want to stray.  

The Pat Mr. Rev got right to the point:  "Stop talking about the cheating.  He cheated on you, well, he's a man."

There you are!  Stop talking about his cheating!  He's a man!  Does he provide a home?  Does he bring home the bacon?  Is he nice to the children?  Is he handsome?  Let's just be a little realistic, here!  "Males have a tendency to wander a little bit."  "You've got to fix yourself up, look pretty."
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I don't know where that 700 Club is that Pat has, nor do I know why it is not at least 7 times 700.  The gospel according to Pat is truly good news for good looking, friendly men everywhere; a place to come back to between those little forays out into the . . . the. . . .  

Religion, anyone?  

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