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Jerry Falwell Jr. Shares, Then Deletes, Bizarre Pic With His Pants Unzipped | HuffPost
Historically, through the ages, there has been an enormous chasm and disparity between the lifestyle of the rich-and-famous church hierarchy and the retched refuse who slave eight or more hours a day to support them. And the God biz has always produced more than its share of wealthy religious figures who use piety to pad their bank accounts. There are precious few careers as lucrative as religion for someone with a charismatic gift of gab who can convince the masses to fork over their money in-return for a euphoric afterlife.
For the offspring of renown evangelical Christians, emerging from behind their father's enormous shadows is--excuse the religious reference--an enormous cross to bare. Franklin Graham, in his youth, was more into fast cars and fast aircraft than salvation and the Bible. When his father admonished him on the virtues of living a life on the straight and narrow, Franklin instead took a brief vector off Heaven's airway, buying a Mitsubishi MU-2 (a fast little turboprop) and flew over to Monte Carlo to the Formula One Grand Prix via Gander, Reykjavik, Shannon, Paris and Nice. Today at age 68, the silver-haired Graham is a much different individual. His aircraft company, Samaritan's Purse, has a fleet of around twenty aircraft, including two cargo stretched DC-8s and an executive Falcon 900EX with nonstop transatlantic range, enabling him to fly to the continent of Europe without those bothersome intermediate fuel stops his old MU-2 turboprop had to endure.
Which brings us to Jerry Falwell Jr. Until now, Jerry Jr. never seemed to have had Franklin Graham's lust for high subsonic executive jets or his friend's attraction to the lure of the Mediterranean. He mostly lived in the pedestrian Evangelical world of hating gays, preaching that COVID-19 only infected the wicked, pocketing Liberty U students room-and-board fees amidst the university pandemic closure, and telling men they weren't allowed to have an erection unless they were praying to Jesus. Then a telltale Twitter photo appeared online showing the bloated (possibly intoxicated) head of Liberty University with his pants unzipped, in the company of a young woman with her drawers also unzipped. The two were aboard a luxurious yacht, plying the azure waters of the Greek islands where the coronavrirus dare not tread.
Jerry Falwell Jr. has taken a leave of absence from Liberty University, which is a euphemistic phrase for saying he'll be back when Hell freezes over.
Historically, through the ages, there has been an enormous chasm and disparity between the lifestyle of the rich-and-famous church hierarchy and the retched refuse who slave eight or more hours a day to support them. And the God biz has always produced more than its share of wealthy religious figures who use piety to pad their bank accounts. There are precious few careers as lucrative as religion for someone with a charismatic gift of gab who can convince the masses to fork over their money in-return for a euphoric afterlife.
For the offspring of renown evangelical Christians, emerging from behind their father's enormous shadows is--excuse the religious reference--an enormous cross to bare. Franklin Graham, in his youth, was more into fast cars and fast aircraft than salvation and the Bible. When his father admonished him on the virtues of living a life on the straight and narrow, Franklin instead took a brief vector off Heaven's airway, buying a Mitsubishi MU-2 (a fast little turboprop) and flew over to Monte Carlo to the Formula One Grand Prix via Gander, Reykjavik, Shannon, Paris and Nice. Today at age 68, the silver-haired Graham is a much different individual. His aircraft company, Samaritan's Purse, has a fleet of around twenty aircraft, including two cargo stretched DC-8s and an executive Falcon 900EX with nonstop transatlantic range, enabling him to fly to the continent of Europe without those bothersome intermediate fuel stops his old MU-2 turboprop had to endure.
Which brings us to Jerry Falwell Jr. Until now, Jerry Jr. never seemed to have had Franklin Graham's lust for high subsonic executive jets or his friend's attraction to the lure of the Mediterranean. He mostly lived in the pedestrian Evangelical world of hating gays, preaching that COVID-19 only infected the wicked, pocketing Liberty U students room-and-board fees amidst the university pandemic closure, and telling men they weren't allowed to have an erection unless they were praying to Jesus. Then a telltale Twitter photo appeared online showing the bloated (possibly intoxicated) head of Liberty University with his pants unzipped, in the company of a young woman with her drawers also unzipped. The two were aboard a luxurious yacht, plying the azure waters of the Greek islands where the coronavrirus dare not tread.
Jerry Falwell Jr. has taken a leave of absence from Liberty University, which is a euphemistic phrase for saying he'll be back when Hell freezes over.