Thieving Jan

I wonder when someone will finally put a plug to the mouth of thieving lying trashy lowlife Jan Crouch and her brood of whiny selfish greedy TV trash? In a million years I am not going to sign over my inheritance to that bitchy old shrew. There she is on TV yapping like a magpie, surrounded in furs and luxuries in her multi-million dollar mega mansion while expecting me to live in a dirt floor hovel and shovel dirt so that she can continue to fuel her Lear jet crisscrossing the continent on a daily basis. I have no jet engine in my garage so cannot hope to compete with that level of wealth and affluence. Still, I am not planning to sign over to the TBN trash everything that my grandfather worked so hard for, as if she were related to us and as if there were anything that I did to deserve salvation given that I am a born sinner anyway. Someone really needs to send a clear signal to Paul and Jan to get their cotton pickin' butts out of our personal lives. We cannot afford to wait while they amass their personal fortune and bleed us dry. You cannot get blood out of a turnip. Sorry, but it just does not work that way. Get lost, wicked Jan. Goodbye Jan! Get your disgusting butt out of my life Jan! Just being acquainted with my distant relatives, having met them over tea and cookies at the Mother Nile movie screening, does not qualify you as related to me. Sorry but no cigars allowed.