This guy was the greatest. Unlike any other televangelist, he came across as a psycho college professor, unkempt and ranting, possibly on drugs. Sometimes he played sax. Once, when he was upset about the paucity of donations, we watched him smoke an entire cigar, without saying a word, for twenty minutes. This was late-night UHF programming at its most riveting, folks, and Dr. Gene will be missed.
If there's a Hell, then Jerry's in it, and he has to listen to tape after tape after tape of that endless, noodling garbage. He's dead and we're grateful.
(d) August 9th, 1995