Sometimes when mom is channel surfing and gets distracted and leaves the room, I’m left alone and forced into watching whatever program happens to be blaring from the television. So, one day I see this man with very strange hair (he has parted it above the top of his ear and it is swept across to the other side of his head) who was preaching in another country and he has people lined up and waiting to stand next to him on an enormous stage. And then—he breathes on them and they collapse like cheap picnic tables. One after the other, they fall and lie on the ground. I’m watching this thinking; he might want to buy some mouthwash. And then, baskets are passed around and people stuff them full of money and probably so he can afford to go to the dentist. It was very interesting and is, what I believe, called televangelism.