Pat Robertson: Still Vile, Still Pathetic, Still Full Of Hate

Here’s Pat Robertson talking about the Haiti earthquake. Pat Robertson, a Christian exemplar, a sturdy pillar of the Christian community, a true worshipper of God, once again on video proving what a worthless, sick, sociopathic, pathetic human being he is. See the video here.

And you know Kristi, something happened a long time ago in Haiti and people might not want to talk about it. They were under the heel of the French, uh you know Napoleon the third and whatever. And they got together and swore a pact to the Devil. They said we will serve you if you’ll get us free from the French. True Story. And so the Devil said "OK, it’s a deal." And they kicked the French out. You know, the Haitians revolted and got themselves free. But ever since they have been cursed by one thing after the other, desperately poor. That island is Hispaniola is one island. It’s cut down the middle. On one side is Haiti, on the other side is the Dominican republic. Dominican Republic is prosperous, healthy, full of resorts, etc.. Haiti is in desperate poverty. Same island. Uh, they need to have, and we need to pray for them, a great turning to God and out of this tragedy. I’m optimistic something good may come.

Robertson is one of the great arguments for retroactive abortion. Fortunately, by his own lights and his own faith, he’s going to burn in his Hell forever. This is a guy who’d suck money from his god’s genitals if his god was stupid enough to let this pathetic parasite get close. He ranks right up there, scratch that, right down there with Fathead Falwell blaming the people of New Orleans for what Katrina did to them. The Lion would bet a dollar this miserable excuse for a human being is trying to figure out how he can make a buck off the misery going on in Haiti.

He’s got a history of sucking money from misery and death.

He founded Operation Blessing, a charity that was alleged to have allowed its planes and pilots to be used to shuttle gold-mining equipment around Zaire for another Robertson enterprise, African Development Company (ADC), a diamond-mining operation. Robertson was ADC’s founder and sole stockholder, and he had a close working relationship with Zaire’s brutal dictator, Mobutu Sese Seko. While Mobutu was embezzling $6-billion from his nation’s coffers, Robertson established a huge farming operation outside Zaire’s capitol city, and he was granted extensive lumber and mining permissions along the upper Zaire River. Robertson socialized with Mobutu on the dictator’s yacht, and publicly referred to him as America’s ally in the war on communism. The US State Department charged that Mobutu’s regime had committed massive violations of human rights including torture, murder, censorship, and religious persecution.

Robertson’s diamond business also involved Charles Taylor, the Liberian leader who seized power in a violent coup in 1996, and became president after an election, widely considered tainted, held the following year. Robertson refers to Taylor as a Christian, a good Baptist, and a friend. To the rest of the world, however, Taylor is a man indicted for war crimes, including much of the bloodshed and atrocities that have afflicted Liberia and its neighbor nations for years.

Here are some of Pat Robertson’s "greatest hits". For more on Robertson’s long history of extremism, you can check out the coverage at

  • In 2001, Robertson and Jerry Falwell laid the blame for 9/11 on groups like People For the American Way, saying "I point the finger in their face and say ‘you helped this happen.’"
  • In an effort to defeat pro-gay legislation, Robertson claimed that hate crimes laws would protect someone "who likes to have sex with ducks."
  • In discussing other religions, Robertson said that Hinduism, Islam, Buddhism and other religions "are mostly demonic powers. Sure, they’re demons."
  • When GOP Rep. Mark Foley was accused on an inappropriate sexual relationship with a minor, Robertson insisted, "Well, this man’s gay; he does what gay people do and so don’t worry about it."
  • When Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon suffered a stroke, Robertson responded, "He was dividing God’s land, and I would say woe unto any prime minister of Israel who takes a similar course to appease the EU, the United Nations or United States of America."
  • At various times, Robertson has claimed that Hurricane Katrina and other natural disasters are God’s way of sending a message.

Welcome to the leader of the Christian Taliban Leadership Council, along with that Hagee clown, and Rick Warren, and all the other fat cat preachers sucking up the money from brain-dead Christians while telling poor bastards like the Haitians and the World Trade Center workers that they had it coming because they were bad people. What a bunch of sick fucks these Christians are. And talk about sheep! The more hate and ignorance their leaders spew at them, the more money these sheep hand them, all the while nodding their empty heads in agreement and praising their murderous, narcissist god.

Christians and modern-day Republicans, scum of the earth, vilest of the vile, sickest of the sick.

Yeah, you’re right, The Lion can hate just as well as the lowlifes of Christianity and Republicanism; he just doesn’t dress it up in Bible babble and political hypocrisy. So here’s a great vat of Lion piss on the whole sad lot of you creeps.



11 Responses

  1. You’re gorgeous when you’re angry. 😉

    Guys like Robertson make me really embarrassed that I was ever a Christian. Ugh.


    • Purrrrr…. I mean Grrrr! Grrrr!


  2. Oops – I forgot to check “notify of new posts box.”


  3. Speaking of hate, you are a hateful man not to correct my missing you had an alter ego on my site. I bet you’ve been laughing at me for days because you are obviously cruel.

    As punishment (in true Praxidice fashion), I’m not changing the link back. Why draw more attention to my foolishness when the whole blog is devoted to that?

    And now I see writechic is my alter ego, but I was not smart enough to conceal Melissa. A professor in college (very badly dressed) told me not to compartmentalize. Why did I believe him?


    • In my travels through life I’ve noticed that intelligent, attractive women are unnaturally attracted to badly dressed intelligent men. I have tried to exploit that fact by dressing badly, but apparently I’m missing the ‘intelligent’ part of the process. I am, however, an accomplished bad dresser and that does help promote my misanthropy.

      Are you referring, by chance, well, by intent actually, to Grumpy Squirrel? Or Grumpy Tiger? Possibly Grumpy Panther or Grumpy Writer? (There’s a theme here, though I try not to make it obvious.)

      As for cruelly laughing, well, no. I save that for when I do my James Bond imitation, which gets me as many women as my bad taste in clothes. But since I haven’t Bonded with you, there has been no cruel laughter directed your way. Innocent chuckles of enjoyment, but you should expect that, given your wit and talent. Or your witty talent. Or talented wit.

      I’m sorry, I’m being Lionesque. I don’t usually talk this way. Just sometimes when I’m trying to show off. Not that I show off. I’m very modest and self-effacing. Ask anyone here.

      I better quit while I’m ahead. Been reading too much philosophy lately. I think a glass o’ wine are in order.


      • Ooooo, which philosopher?


        • I just started a Teaching Company course on existentialism. I’m bumbling through Camus at the moment (note the clever internal rhyme). Frighteningly enough, I think I understand Merseault.


          • I’m awed.

            Merseault just needed a hug.


            My fave Camus quote: “In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Doesn’t seemed racked enough for existentialism, does it?


            • Awed is good. Not a lot of awe around here.

              Maybe Camus just thought he was hot.

              Wanna trade favorite winter quotes? Okay, here’s mine:

              Moonlit winter clouds the color of the desperation of wolves

              – Franz Wright

              Then there’s that whole Yeats ‘slouching toward Bethlehem’ bit, but that’s different kind of winter.


  4. Ooo, I can see the wolf spit in the moonlight. I think I’ll take Yeats. Wait, Wright. No, Yeats. I’ll have them both by God. 🙂


    • A greedy wench, by the gods!


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