MARK DANKOF TO PASTOR JOHN HAGEE OF CORNERSTONE CHURCH/SAN ANTONIO & WORLD NET DAILY

Mark Dankof
Sep. 2, 2002

TO: The Reverend John Hagee Cornerstone Church Loop 1604 San Antonio, TX

Dear Pastor Hagee--I couldn't resist sharing two (2) recent experiences and insights with you. You have my permission to utilize them for your international TV cable evangelism ministry if you wish.

The first pertains to channel 8 here in the City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia, which runs you most of the nights of the week at 8 p.m. The other evening, they re-ran the moving episode where your pulpit was occupied by that great Christian exegete, theologian, and moral icon, Benjamin Netanyahu.

I asked my inner-city black work colleague here in Philly (a Christian) what he thought of your show after it was over. He had several especially moving observations. The first was, "Mah old man told me ta nevuh trust any pastor dat sounded like Guvernah George Wallace and had a toll free 800 number runnin' under his name while he wuz preachin." The second, in reference to Netanyahu was, "Yeah, this guy really sounds like the Lord Jesus---shootin'a bunch of unarmed chillun to death and usin' tanks to take their parents' property. He'll get a bunch of us in this country killed too." I thought this was pretty insightful stuff coming from a black man in Philadelphia with a high school education from Philadelphia Public Schools--what do you think?

The second experience may be a point of humor for those of us on the honest American Right who jettisoned the "opportunity" to vote for our avant-garde leader of Tongue Speaking Revival (and America's Great Moral Crusade for Sharon, UNOCAL, and Exxon-Mobil), in favor of an honest candidate like Howard Phillips or Harry Browne. I found it listed with Palestine Indy Media last night. It is an Ode to the Man you and the Cornerstone Faithful thank God everyday replaced that Godless Fornicating Pinko at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue (I do agree with you, John, that Clinton was a jerk).

The instructions indicate that one must sing this Ode to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies show , which I am sure both you and the folks on Loop 1604 know as well as Amazin' Grace. It goes as follows and can be found at URL :

http://jerusalem.indymedia.org/news/2002/08/70286.php

"How George W. Bush became pResident"

Come and listen to my story 'bout a boy name Bush. His IQ was zero and his head was up his tush. He drank like a fish while he drove all about. But that didn't matter 'cuz his daddy bailed him out. DUI, that is. Criminal record. Cover-up.

Well, the first thing you know little Georgie goes to Yale. He can't spell his name but they never let him fail. He spends all his time hangin' out with student folk. And that's when he learns how to snort a line of coke. Blow, that is. White gold. Nose candy.

The next thing you know there's a war in Vietnam. Kin folks say, "George, stay at home with Mom." Let the common people get maimed and scarred. We'll buy you a spot in the Texas Air Guard. Cushy, that is. Country clubs. Nose candy.

Twenty years later George gets a little bored. He trades in the booze, says that Jesus is his Lord. He said, "Now the White House is the place I wanna be." So he called his daddy's friends and they called the GOP. Gun owners, that is. Falwell. Jesse Helms.

Come November 7, the election ran late. Kin folks said, "Jeb, give the boy your state!" "Don't let those colored folks get into the polls." So they put up barricades so they couldn't punch their holes. Chads, that is. Duval County. Miami-Dade.

Before the votes were counted five Supremes stepped in. Told all the voters "Hey, we want George to win." "Stop counting votes!" was their solemn invocation. And that's how George finally got his coronation. Rigged, that is. Illegitimate. No moral authority.

Y'all come vote now. Ya hear?