That's right! If you ask me, the look on #1 fat boy son's face is one of obstreperous and discordant incredulity.
"Gee, I've been watching fat daddy all my life. And I can now finally relate with his phony baloney displays of piety that all my life I've previously despised. That's all we have to do, isn't it? Eat, take other peoples money, eat, live the easy life, eat some more, drive nice toys, eat again, and just appear godly. I think I'm going to dig this lifestyle, and the power over the lives of others."
What is really amazing to me is the shamelessly flagrant case of nepotism displayed here. This fat and worthless consumer of massive amounts of carbohydrates was disenchanted with the church, a despiser of his father and mother, and a most rebellious spirit not that long ago. He wanted nothing to do with any of it, period.
Think folks! How many others have you ever known now or at any time associated with CFCMI that were given the "golden microphone" and pulpit, along with a CFCMI "Diners Club" credit card, after returning from an absence of such gross insubordination? (I'll bet the answer to that one came quick to y'alls heads.)
And to think, there are some of you who've been faithful for many years. You've studied to show yourself approved in the eyes of the Almighty. You've given nearly everything you could possibly give of yourself and your substance. You've seen people by the scores kicked out for the most ridiculous reasons. And this fat bastard child (doesn't look a bit like Pete, at least not in the face, Deb) that knows all the motions, all the cons over the years, all the "hoopism" taught since a babe (and he still is one), comes waltzing back to the fold and assumes your rightful place. Be pis$ed! You should be. Now do something about it.