I am profoundly, profoundly saddened that I can't share this with my husband. Scratch that. He'd have spent the next two months quoting it.

There's a street "preacher" like him that hangs out on State street downtown. He'd be so much awesomer with a swinging camera shot and random mountain backdrop.

this bankrupts the language.

I..I..argh...tjkhus...jhee...sus...chi...chi..uhhh...

Does he quote from the book of "transmissions, repair", pages 1127-8?

Someone said to him: "that's so great. You should do that on tv." right?

I gotta say, tho that the use of the yellow pages might just be the most subversive, transcendent, post-modern commentary on the trope of sacred texts, ever.

"And they wandered in the "Desserts" for 40 minutes, until they found an all night bakery, "Manny's House o Manna", on Cashmere St. And they called upon the Manny, who saideth, "yea, verily, we still have a few bialies left. Yea, and they are still fresheth!" and lo, they went down into the valley afterwards, and cruiseth for the holy connection, and putteth the holy yellow book up side the head of daFlake, who still oweth me 2Cs from last week. And he writheth on the ground, cougheth up the bills, and it was Good."

Yea, verily, yea.

This is priceless! But I need to know what a House Nigger is. Hope I don't get my white ass kicked for using that word, but I am in the pursuit of knowledge!

JJ. Awesomer. Heh heh!

Ha ha ha...bee-yotch!

I gotta get me down to his church now! Thanks for pointing out the Bible aka Yellow Pages. That's a nice touch.

Jobless--a "house nigger" was a slave assigned to work in the plantation house instead of the cotton fields.

Everyone else--There's more episodes available, including ones where his congregation calls in live on-air. After the video is done, there's a bunch of little rectangles at the bottom of the screen under the "replay" option. Click on the one that has the preacher in front of a background of himself to have your mind really blown by the Holy Spirit in the name of Jesus Christ beeyotch.

so precious...first I thought it was the music that 'made it', then I thought 'no, its the backdrop'....

The second part is even weirder, he claims that he IS God.

Our neighborhood has a homeless guy who thinks he's God, he used to have a giant pimped out SUV with "YWVH" on the side but something happened to it. He's about seven feet tall and upwards of 300 lbs, wears all white clothes and has hair like Don King. Unlike this freak, he's actually a pretty good guy despite being crazy, he goes around the neighborhood telling hookers not to let anyone mistreat them, and all the night cashiers let him stay wherever he wants cause he's a big scary looking guy who intimidates potential robbers and he doesn't beg - in fact he turns down money, I have no idea how he finds money to eat. As white people we are outside the range of people who normally exist in his headspace, but he has apparently decided after sharing space with us for ten years that we're okay - ran into him at the grocery store and he gave us a nod, first time ever.

I wonder if our crazy guy would like his own TV show? He's hella charismatic, and he has all his teeth!

Allie--we have Mr. Umbrella Man. He's on the corner of Canal and Decatur wearing one of those umbrella hats and he's missing his two front teeth. He has a lawn chair set up on the sidewalk, a Bible, and a megaphone, and all day every day he yells into that about Jesus, except when the Spirit moves him to do an interpretive dance with the Bible, or when he decides to pass out in the lawn chair in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. He scares the tourists, but he has a group of locals who bring him lunch from Wendy's. He's harmless.

And who knows--he's beloved by people from the federal marshalls at the U.S. Customs House (who have to listen to his yelling every day) to the nuns from the Cathedral to the gutterpunk kids. So maybe he really is doing the Lord's work.

I just HAD to watch this again. I wish I could rate it again. Thanks for the information, LN!

"Are ya laughin, beeyotch?" Why yes, yes I am.

Holy crap, where do you find this stuff?!

Ginny--what strikes me is that hidden in the middle of this is the following gem:

"Say what? You trust in the Devil, huh? Well, if God sends the Devil, in the name of Jesus by the power of the Holy Spirit, then motherfucker, you fucked up, huh? You fucked up. Huh, you know your ass is doomed. What you got to see?"

That's a perfect synopsis of the thesis of "Good Country People."

Oh, if only Flannery had lived to see the internet.