Jimmy Swaggert dies - isn’t that special!

So I guess that now St Jimmy is resting in the bosom of the Lord, conducting the heavenly choir and tending to the souls saved in Jesus name,.....amen.

MT 9: And the Pharisees said, Why does your Teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?

Jimmy S. didn't just mix with the whores of New Orleans...he employed them. He tried to employ their daughters. That is a real ministry, lived on the street with the sinners who need a man of God. If the Great Whore of Babylon hasn't been eaten and burned yet, I believe in my heart that Jimmy is with her in Paradise, with a crumpled twenty and a burning need to minister to a great big ho. And maybe talk her down to fifteen.

Well, it could have happened a bit earlier than it did, but at least it's over, now.

This leaves just a couple of preachers from the 70s/80s heyday of televangelism.
There's Kenneth Copeland, now 88, still going strong. His net worth is estimated to be $300 million (take that, Jesus, you brokeass hobo), and in April he attended the invitation-only White House Easter Dinner. Looks like a voodoo doll in the face.
Jim Baaker is now 85, and not doing so well. He's had strokes, he now looks like Santa Claus with lupus, and he's still hawking giant buckets of survival food for Apocalypse times (soup in buckets that must hold 3 gallons -- and will be sitting in believers' basements for a loooonnnggg time to come.) Last spring he told viewers that he was bankrupt and needed a million bucks or he'd be "out on the street." At least he'll have a bucket to piss in.
And I suppose we should include John Hagee, now 85, who doesn't have quite the old-time carny ghastliness of Kenneth or Jim, but whose teachings are more demented (look him up on wikipedia for his takes on Catholicism and on the 'blood moon'.)

My bad -- it's Bakker not Baaker.
Incidentally, for a most disturbing YouTube video, take a look at Vic Berger Presents Jim Bakker's Buckets. You just won't believe it, unless you've already watched Christians stirring buckets of rice and cheese with a shovel. (And listen to Jim tell you what else the shovel is for.)