For a long time I’ve harbored suspiciations that “Pastor” Joel Osteen is a pink flamingo in lion’s clothing, a base sexual deviant promoting the homosexual agenda and gay lifestyle through his insalubrious teachings, which appear to be wholesome on the surface but harbor a sinister agenda aimed at converting innocent youngsters into perpetuatiously-grinning snakes with bleached teeth, sculpted eyebrows and the kind of fruity coiffiture favored by vile arch-homosexuals.
For years we all heard the rumors of Olsteenian sex dungeons in the bowels of his Houston megachurch, where Olsteen and his chosen minions are serviced by harems of underage Thai and Brazilian boys and drink the blood of pandeviant genderqueer transgenital Ivy League students.
Indeed, one only need a superficatious examination of Olsteen’s preachings to arrive at the horrifying realization that Joel Osteen’s “gospel” is in distinguishionizable from the policies of one Barack Obama: Obama says “Believe in me and I will give you free Obama phones,” while Olsteen says “Believe in me and I will grant you in-ground pools. You will have leather seats in your F-150.”
First of all, friends, it is a direct contravination of scripturistic precepts to promise wealthful rewards for faithity.
Simply put, faith is measured in your pastor’s level of luxuratory accumulations, NOT in some perverse fantasy where all members of a congremagation share in the bounty.
More importaciously, how many more millions of innocent young men and women will fall victim to Olsteen’s deviant behaviors and preachings? How long can this go on before we stand up and say “Enough is enough!”?
Don’t let his smile fool you, Joel Osteen is a dangerous homosexual.