Like a lot of cracker bastards, Franklin Graham is obsessed with bullshit like "seed." These same slave fucking sons of bitches who rated "degrees" of racial mixings are now telling folks that even if Barak Obama is a Christian, he is only that way after a conversion, that he was born Muslim.
"I think the president's problem is that he was born a Muslim, his father was a Muslim. The seed of Islam is passed through the father like the seed of Judaism is passed through the mother. He was born a Muslim, his father gave him an Islamic name,"
These Christiopathic morons don't even care that they are lying. To be considered a Muslim by Muslims there are things that must be done. You can read about them here. One is not "born" Muslim, it is something one does, and must do every day.
Now to the real thing I was going to write. I had a run in with Frankie's daddy Billy. I'm not at all surprised that Frankie is a self righteous, pompous, bullshit and hatred spouting redneck piece of shit, his father was and raised him that way.
Back during my Vegas time, one of the main ways I'd make a living was to do the "Nevada turnaround." I'd sign on for three months with an artist and we'd do two weeks Vegas, two weeks Reno, two weeks Tahoe for two or three months at a time. Usually we were playing the Cabaret clubs, five nights a week doing ten to twelve forty minute sets a week. All in all, it's not a bad way to work it.
When I met Billy Graham I was with the Righteous Brothers. Bobby Hatfield (the high voice) was a quick witted scamp. We had a lot of fun and made some great music.
So, there we are in the VIP lounge of an airport (had to be either Reno or Vegas, the airport in Tahoe was a Quanset hut and didn't have amenities like lounges) waiting for our flight to the next town, and in sweeps Billy Graham with his posse of bodyguards and rednecks. He didn't say "Hi," or bother to introduce himself, he walks right up to our group and starts into a fire and brimstone rant about how Bill and Bobby have no right at all to call themselves "Righteous" because Billy, being so fucking close to God and Jayzus knows that they are not righteous, but actually anti-righteous. That son of a bitch was all red in the face, going on and on without pause, the volume kept increasing. At some point in his rant I got up and picked out a couple of the more threatening members of his entourage that I was planning to lay the fuck out with my Les Paul in a gig bag. (note: if you ever find yourself in a position where you are planning an El Kabong on some motherfucker, the Paul is your perfect ax, those sons of bitches are heavy)
Finally, Billy paused in his tirade to take him a breath on account of God and Jesus didn't give him a pass on essential human activity and Bobby chimed right into the gap.
"Well son, I never liked your goddamned crackers neither."
The loud and raucous laughter that folowed that one left Billy with no option but to damn us all to hell and stomp off in a high dudgeon.
When dealing with assmunches like that, ridicule works wonders. You might say, it creates miracles.
damn, but you have some good stories.
Posted by: kathy a. | August 20, 2010 at 08:53 PM
Wonderful story! Thanks for sharing.
My concentration at university was religion. I've read way too much of Billy Graham's crap. Having grown up in the Southern Baptist Church of central Florida, I can so see the high blood pressure showing up in Billy's face as he rants about Jeebus and Hellfire.
Can you relate a nice, Barry Manilow story to us to counteract the trauma of reading about Billy?
Posted by: Eric Wilde | August 20, 2010 at 09:23 PM
that is a great story, mhb. that latin lupe lu clip is very fine.
Posted by: big bad wolf | August 20, 2010 at 09:39 PM
of the righteous brothers' hits, that was always bill and bobby's favorite. when ever we would do it they would dig a little deeper and give it a little more.
that made it fun.
Posted by: minstrel hussain boy | August 20, 2010 at 11:35 PM
Hi Minstrel, I wonder if young preacher Graham has read the bits in the Gospels about: Loving enemies, Loving one another, tolerance, respect, and following Moses' laws (the injunction against bearing false witness comes to mind). I am sending him a nice copy of the King James (fundies seem to prefer it) with those bits highlighted and indexed with a recommendation that he study it and consider the disposition of his immortal soul upon his exit from this life. It seems to me, I wrote in the accompanying gift note, that, as a professed follower of Jesus Christ (annointed) that in addition to accepting Jesus into his heart he may wish to mold his life around the teachings of the Savior. Oh, and I asked him to stop lying directly and lying using equivocation for starters.
That's my protest style, send a loving gift and ask for change. If enough of us do things like this--what can't we accomplish?
Posted by: Tony Sez | August 20, 2010 at 11:35 PM
He also, as did his father before him, fails to grasp the inherently non-material nature of the core of Jesus' teachings.
No, it's not correct to withdraw from the world altogether, but if you don't realize in the very core of your being that Jesus' teachings are all about the inner life, about the fact of "my kingdom is not of this world", that it's not about politics, you really don't understand any of it.
As Billy Graham got older, especially after he preached in the Soviet Union, he ceased to publicly carp about American society. Franklin would do well to consider the significance of that in regards to his own preaching and public statements.
Posted by: oddjob | August 21, 2010 at 12:37 AM
Aren't all babies born without religion in a state of original sin, according to the god botherers? I thought that was what the baptism malarkey was about. So how come babies of Islamic people are any diffferent? The annoying thing about these Christianist bigots, is that they don't even know their own religion's teachings. It's pathetic.
Posted by: Emma | August 21, 2010 at 02:59 AM
As a child, I did my time under my father's roof and, let me tell you, Billy Graham was considered worldly in that man's religious views. In his circle, they didn't just damn the girls to hell in the hereafter, they maintained one in the home for their female offspring.
It's hard to overstate how much hard work, therapy, time, and plain old good luck it takes for a girl to climb out of that pit.
Thanks for another great post. I don't feel quite as guilty about not sleeping when you post late at night!
Posted by: wev | August 21, 2010 at 05:45 AM
sleep's over rated. haven't slept all that well since '68.
Posted by: minstrel hussain boy | August 21, 2010 at 05:55 AM
I always thought Franklin was a d-bag. I used to think Billy was the reasonable one but learned that was wrong. Thanks for further proof that both are dopes.
Posted by: Calvin Jones and the 13th Apostle | August 21, 2010 at 07:29 PM
When you see someone like Young Franklin, keep in mind no one *has* to be a douchebag. It's a decision. He's *decided* to be a douchebag. So you should ask yourself, "What's in it for that guy to be SUCH a douchebag?"
The answer will be everything you need to know about that douchebag.
Posted by: tata | August 21, 2010 at 11:15 PM
I don't know, tata. Maybe Franklin carries the douchebag seed and has no choice in the matter.
Posted by: Stephen | August 22, 2010 at 12:06 AM
~ phftttth ~ good one, stephen!
Posted by: kathy a. | August 22, 2010 at 12:08 AM
but, even if you carry the seed, one can always renounce douchebag and turn to the true religion of brazilian waxing.
Posted by: minstrel hussain boy | August 22, 2010 at 12:11 AM
I don't want to belong to any religion where the primary ritual is rather painful self-flagellation.
Anyway, Darwin evolved human beings with hair. Why should we mess with that?
Posted by: Stephen | August 22, 2010 at 10:23 AM
MHB, you were going to waste a Les Paul guitar on Billy Graham's bodyguards ? I think you need to listen to John Hiatt's "Perfectly Good Guitar" a couple of times. I'm sure the airport had bottles, chairs, pipes, whatever. A Les Paul is a true work of art.
Posted by: Joe | August 22, 2010 at 07:00 PM
i was looking to do as much damage as quickly as possible. i picked out the two who were sizing us all up and was trying to disguise what i was doing. picking up a chair or something else would have signalled that i was getting ready to throw down. i had the paul slung in the gig bag and the way i had adjusted it looked like i was protecting my ax. my main philosophy of situations like that is to do as much damage as quickly as possible. 15 seconds of raging hell will end most fights.
bill and bobby would have bought me another anyway. they loved shit like that.
(p.s. i love john hiatt, personal favorite is "the wreck of the barbi ferrari")
Posted by: minstrel hussain boy | August 22, 2010 at 07:05 PM