Pat Robertson's latest crusade against the Thundering Herd of Queerosity is a rip-roaring fantasy - aborting babies to "level the playing field" for lesbians. He claims to speak directly with God on the celestial hotline daily, but this is more proof that God really should get a better PR man to service his temporal account.
Back when I was researching this new-fangled thing called "the religious right" in America, I read lots of stuff about Pat Robertson.
One incident about Brother Pat's interpretation of what God wanted really stuck in my mind.
Pat and his wife were newly married, had a kid on the way, and he had started a new church. Brother Pat wanted a better sound system for his new church, one that was WAY above everything else in the church (including Brother Pat).
But they didn't have the money for it. So Pat just went and bought it, anyway. When his wife pitched a fit about it, he told her that God had told him he needed the uber stereo system.