I was afraid Jerry Baby would fade away in some Virginia Twilight Home For The Viciously Obese. I needn't have worried. Jerry ("Did I say Ellen DeGenerate? Gosh, a slip of the tongue, I swear on this Bible") Falwell has grabbed onto scummy Newt the way Norma Desmond got her hooks into Joe Gillis in "Sunset Blvd."
James Dobson must turning over on his throne. Jerry Falwell is not exactly the desired Poster Boy for 2007 Christian Leaders. He carries(and I'm sorry for this cheap shot - no wait, no I'm not) way too much baggage. If the Christian Right is looking for someone to appeal to the now-older-wiser-angrier, less-trusting Conservatives, Newt ain't it. But for a Friday Night Light Sitcom, he'll do just fine.
I can't wait until someone starts looking once again into "swinging" Newt's unrepentant marital history. I'm holding my breath (nah) until this All News All The Time culture starts replaying the sad death of Newt's first wife's dying of cancer while Newt, absent from her deathbed, was already diddling Wife No. 2. (Note to discarded Wife No. 2. 'What goes around, comes around.') Newt is right. Hypocrisy doesn't even begin to describe his character and behavior.
So when Deluded Newt speaks at Crazy Reverend Eatwell's creaky, irrelevant Virginia church, I'll be happily tuned into Radio SUMBSWDLW (Send Us Money Broadcasting System - We Don't Like Working)listening to every word with a big bowl of buttered popcorn and probably a party hat. More low-rent embarrassment and bad P.R. for the no-longer-pissing-from-a-great-height "Moral Majority." What's not to like?