Back when time and sleep were of the more surplus variety, I would sometimes spend the tail end of a late night with that horse-happy, cigar-waving TV preacher, Dr. Gene Scott.  Scott wasn’t like the other preachers littering the cable crap-scape.  He had a Ph.D. from Stanford, and, as he often demonstrated while dissecting a bit of scripture at his beloved dry-erase board, was fluent in Greek, Hebrew and Aramaic.

He was also, apparently, fluent in alcohol.  Oh, and womanizing.  As the Internet Monk’s Michael Spencer says in his terrific article on Scott, “I Just Couldn’t Look Away.”

And while his shilling for money was a near-constant, his gruff persona and random cutaways to his ponies (and “pony girls”) made it all seem oddly endearing.  After an hour or so of watching, it was hard to not start hoping Scott got some of that cash he was asking (barking!) for.

So…in short, was he crackpot?  Absolutely.  But, hey, he was an L.A. crackpot.  And just the type of self-possessed subject to attract director Werner Herzog.  What follows at the bottom is the little-seen documentary Herzog made of Scott in 1980, God’s Angry Man.
 

Barbie Bridges vs. Melissa Scott
 
Gene Scott died close to 5 years ago from complications arising from prostate cancer.  His younger-by-40-years wife, Melissa Scott, seized took over the still-profitable ministry’s reigns—and still dodges allegations of having had a possibly pornographic past (see above).

I used to tune in Scott on our bootleg dish system on some lonely satellite near the horizon. We discovered him late one night while traversing the skyline heading towards the Playboy Channel.
It’s hard not to watch some cigar-chomping preacher, especially when he’d talk about Pyramids, UFOs and Nikola Tesla.
He’s sampled heavily by Cabaret Voltaire (Sluggin Fer Jesus and more).
I once lucked into an enormous box of his cassette tape ‘teachings’ that must have cost some poor wretch most of their income. Sadly, I only have one or two left.

Yeah, Doc Squat was something else, lol.  I used to watch him from time to time in the 1980s.  There was nothing else on TV late at night in the remote area I lived in.  Some of his theories were bizarre, lmao.

I never had the chance to see the old man, but I’ve seen Melissa Scott on my local late night UHF channels, and let me tell you she is the real deal! She’s not just some bimbo that took over Gene Scott’s empire, she is also fluent in greek and aramaic and she has her own weird brand of hypnotic nuttiness.
    I’ve had a few late nights flipping channels where I stop to watch her for a few seconds and next thing I know she’s got five dry erase boards filled with scribbled greek letters detailing all the finer points of some obscure old testament scripture, ad-libbing the whole thing from memory.
    She may very well have a porno past (my guess is yes) but she has a seriously sincere hard-on for the bible today.