Prayer breakfasts have certainly changed since the time of Billy Graham, I’ll tell you what. You recall Nancy Mace stunning people at her prayer breakfast when she regaled them with how her fiance wanted to have sex that morning but she said, “No, honey, we got no time for that. I’ve got to be on time to the prayer breakfast.” I won’t say that Donald Trump has bottomed that, because that’s pretty hard to bottom, but he has matched it in tackiness. Here’s Trump’s idea of spiritual succor. Or something. It’s not a message for the masses, let’s put it that way. And I can’t find a jot of spiritual anything in it.
He's so inappropriate in every setting, it hurts to listen to him. These faith leaders should be ashamed of themselves for laughing at the vile things he says.
— Claire S🤍 (@SaintLaurant) July 14, 2025
Now politics and religion both are at the level of a washed up Catskills lounge show. I remember as a kid, reading a lot of science fiction and fantasy, that the 21st century was supposed to be such a cool time. We do have some of it, video calls and colored hair and hot cars, but the political system is pure dystopia.
Yes, indeed, what would Jesus do? One would think that Trump could come into a prayer breakfast and address the topics that people usually do at those things, the spiritual component of life, and talk about spiritual principles. But that’s not going to happen with this crowd. This is the MAGA grifter prosperity consciousness, fleece-the-rubes gang.
And the Christians manage to overlook this. This is the part I love.
And that of course is merely the tip of the iceberg. America, how have you fallen to this depth? And it’s not just Trump. The evangelicals and their prosperity consciousness racket are a total scam. Back in the day I believe that Billy Graham and those people were on the level. They did want to preach the word. But as the famous saying goes, “Every great cause starts out as a movement, becomes a business and eventually devolves into a racket.” You see the racket aspect of religion right here. And in that sense, nobody is better qualified to lead a prayer breakfast than rackeeter Trump. Can I get an Amen?
Amen. The pseudo-president addresses the pseudo-Christians and they gather for some pseudo-prayers in expectation of some pseudo-salvation at the hands of their pseudo-saviour on behalf of their pseudo-god. Then they all go home to count their loot. Hallelujah.