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Pervy Pastors and Booty Buyin' Bishops

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Booty Bishop
This article has the links to the actual lawsuits filed. What I want to know is WHICH Bible verses/scripture were used to justify these acts. And sadly, oh so many people will either continue believing/supporting this 'Bishop' and/or 'forgive' him and fawn over him even more like closet case meth head Ted Haggard and ALLLLLLLLL the rest of them both known and as yet, unknown.
These are MEN, people. JUST human men. Nothing special, just like Presidents, politicians, Prime Ministers and Generals, they're JUST MEN. Like baseball players, singers, football players and actors, still, all JUST MEN. JUST Human Beings JUST like YOU and ME.
(A related note;)
All due respect to those who believe, I've come to realize myself these same men who are 'just humans' wrote all these religious books and continue to reinforce these religious beliefs, laws, rules, telling us what to think, believe, see or not see, do or not do. What to eat, read, say, wear...to me that is not living, that is not life, that's a type of mental prison. Men/humans made up God and Gods, religion and religious texts. I am no more nor LESS 'special' and gifted than any other human being on this earth who is now, has or will be alive on it. If 'God' cannot talk directly to me, why the hell (yeah, I know) would I ever believe anything some random guy, some lady or a group of children (now there's some imagination overload) have to say CLAIMING it is
from God, Zeus, Kali, The Fonz or Grandmother Willow.
I own my life, I have no masters and I answer to the highest power I know, myself. And I am a bitch to please, believe you me.

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