One of the biggest and most successful purveyors of pure scam,  “False Prophets is Paul Crouch”, the founder of the Trinity Broadcasting Network which came about after Jim Bakker was sent to jail. 

He was quoted as saying:
“I want to say to all you Scribes, Pharisees, heresy hunters, all of you that are going around picking  little bits of doctrinal error out of everybody's eyes and dividing  the Body of Christ...get out of God's way, stop blocking  God's bridges, or God's going  to shoot you if I don't... let Him sort out all this doctrinal doodoo!...


I refuse to argue any longer with any of you out there! Don't even call me if you want to argue...Get out of my life!  I don't want to talk to you...I don’t want to see your ugly face!”  

Truly the words of a scumbag preacher who has divinely embraced “scumbagisim” to its fullest meaning. 

Cool, now there is a man who speaks his mind...he's so wacko, he believes himself!  Once described as looking like death warmed over, he is easily outdone by Jan who learned or taught everything about bad hair and makeup from Tammy Fay Bakker. The jury is out but Tammy had real hair.  


Paul Crouch is the most dangerous religious con-artist because of his network (TBN) It is the largest Protestant (not all Protestants support this clown)  religious network in the world. He promotes numerous false teachers and false prophets, such as Hal Lindsey, sometimes.

He is an ecumenical leader and he has also been a leader in compelling believers to support a false religion (Babylonian Talmudic Judaism)  My nephew, a very intellectual Rabbi almost fell off the chair when I mentioned this. That 7*()(&^$%^^&(*&^%$#$ idiot!

Paul threw Hal Lindsey off of his network because he condemned the Arabs/Muslims on nearly every program.   Paul hates everyone who criticises anyone whether the criticism is just or not. He relented and let Halunatic back on his network.  Walking in Jesus's footsteps takes a slight turn with the addition of (see picture above) one of the more garishly decorated sets from his show.  Frankly, the Chicken Ranch or the Bunny Ranch in Vegas isn't done this nice. 

At least at the ranch they are servicing those who donate with value added bonus tricks. If you wish to get screwed go to the Chicken Ranch, it's better than the screwing you'll get from these fakes. No value added, no hands on, no take out, no doggie bags. Plain and simple screwing, and medically safe.  Join Paul’s flock and you’ll become malignly unsafe.

The sets probably designed by Jan's hairstylist, are used for "Praise the Lord," a nightly, two-hour mix of talk, prayer and music. The ED Sullivan of religious mis-doctrine, the Crouches and a revolving cast of guest hosts flatulate forth on a set decorated with stained-glass windows, chandeliers, imitation French antiques and a gold-painted piano.  

Crouch is not a humble Jesus party guy. Don't expect sandals and a simple robe. Their sets are merely one part of their lavish life-style at your expense. They reflect the millions of dollars sent to them who fall for their (FIVE-BULLS) stories and far off broadway acting.

The tears from Jan, as I suspect and truly believe, come from the realization that she is figuring this charade will eventually end. And that she believes she is going to hell as soon as the Lord finishes with a few others. They, like the oil spill, are quite tainted. First I wish to dispel a rumor, that is not her dead pink dyed poodle she wears on her head.  The devil most like;y will put her in charge pf druggies and prostitutes who made it downstairs.

They exemplify the Holy Roller husband and wife teams. He is heavily supported by his pink-haired, graduate of the Tammy Fay Baker School of Mascara.  And a closet full of fake wigs.  When she cries on stage the rolling and dripping mascara is sometimes re-used to blacktop roads in rural USA.  It's one of the best kept secrets in HOLY-WOOD.  Did Jan Crouch get Tammy Fay Bakker addicted to Mascara or visa versa?  The inquiring mindless want to know.

For example, in the LA Times article alone, it was disclosed that Paul Crouch and his wife, Jan Crouch, earn more than $750,000 in salaries each, and have a collection of luxuries at their disposal, including a TBN-owned jet and some 30 homes across the US. All paid for with money that could of assisted the poor, prevented childhood disease, cure the ill, feed the starving, clothe and shoe the destitute, instead the money is used for a select few. Themselves.  

Nice approach Paul, and I guess you weren't crazy about this snippet either.  In September 2004, the Los Angeles Times published a series of articles raising questions about the fundraising practices and financial transparency of TBN, as well as the allegations of a former ministry employee, Enoch Lonnie Ford, that he had a homosexual affair with Crouch during the 1990s.  Oh, boy, first pillars of salt and now such affairs could cause hair to turn pink.

The Times spoke with several sources that claimed that other evangelists such as Benny Hinn, Jack Hayford, and Paul's son Matthew were aware that an affair had taken place.  No problem, if true they all offered to pray for him. Enoch took a Lie Detector test and passed.  So much for the praying, God was off that day. It was Sunday. Even he rests.

Paul and Jan live like kings, actually better than kings.  More like Gods.  False Gods.  The way they tell it is "God's work should be rewarding".  Exactly how much of it is God's Work, actually  working for them. Kind of like, "One for God, two for Me, One for Jan, one for my son Jr.  Obviously very well as their holding's are beyond belief, even if you believe in God as a rewarder.


Prudent living in Jesus's footsteps, no caravans here, they have a Challenger 600,  and carefully managed funding have parlayed their viewers' small expressions of "faith seeding" in some cases blown to a 1000 dollars into a Vatican sized scam and worldwide broadcasting empire, lapped in luxury. 

With his silver hair, mustache and bifocals, Paul Crouch comes across as a grandfatherly sort. What he calls his "German temper" can rise quickly, however. He often punctuates a point by shaking a finger at the camera.  "Get out of God's way," he said once, referring to TBN's detractors. "Quit blocking God's bridges or God is going to shoot you, if I don't."

Jan Crouch stands by his side, wears heavy makeup, long false lashes and pink champagne-colored wigs piled high on her head. She speaks in a sing-song voice and lets tears flow freely, whether reading a viewer's letter or recalling how God resurrected her pet chicken when she was a child.  It will go down in history as the Jan Crouch Chicken Revival.

She and Paul project the image of a happily married couple. But off the air, they lead separate lives and rarely stay under the same roof, according to former TBN employees and others who have spent time with the couple.  The network, little known outside fundamentalist Christian circles, was buffeted by unwanted publicity when it surfaced  from the The Times that Crouch had paid a former employee $425,000 to keep silent about an alleged homosexual tryst. 

But millions of people needed no introduction to TBN. Its 24-hour-a-day menu of sermons, faith healing, inspirational movies and Christian talk shows reaches viewers around the globe via satellite, cable and broadcast stations. Its programs are dubbed in 11 different languages.

In the U.S. alone, TBN is watched by more than 5 million households each week, more than its three main competitors combined. Its signature offering, "Praise the Lord," has as many prime-time viewers as Chris Matthews' "Hardball" on MSNBC — remarkable for a faith network. Televangelists who once dominated the field, such as Pat Robertson, now air their shows on TBN.

Some think she was a former interior decorator for Bordellos in her past life and he was a favorite customer… the devils gonna love this pair.