Oral Roberts, televangist and university namesake, died this week at the age of way too old. My great grandmother, a German gentile, once gave money to Roberts (one of the ironies of life, when my great grandmother, an immigrant from Germany and anti-Semite, died, 90% of her family was Jewish).
She felt betrayed by Roberts and spent the last twenty years of her life in fear of the Christian fanatic. She had dellusions that Oral Roberts would climb into sixth story apartment in the Bronx. We tried to tell her that that was unlikely. She wouldn't listen.
For the last ten years, she's been haunting Oral Roberts. Now that Oral Roberts is dead, she has a lot more time on her hands. I've told her to go after Pat Robertson or take up canasta. But you know how great grandmothers are. They never listen to their great grandchildren.
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