I stumbled across Gene Scott many years ago. He loved his cigars and liked to use profanity. The white boards on his stage were covered with so much writing, you couldn't read anything on them. When he needed a break, he would show endless video of his show horses on his ranch.

My friend and his wife (who also loved the wackiness of Gene Scott) took it to the next level: they actually went to his church service one time to check it out. It was in a renovated downtown Los Angeles movie palace. After hearing their description of the experience, I concluded that it seemed to be a hybrid of a negroid spiritual and a real estate time share sales pitch.