Trinity Broadcasting Network

Ever stumble across the Trinity Broadcasting Network while channel surfing? It’s an epic monument to bad taste—gaudy sets, tacky faux-rococo furniture, weird people spouting scripture and babbling in tongues and, best of all, Paul and Jan Crouch, the proprietors of the joint. While Paul’s merely a garden-variety ugly-suited huckster who happened to realize that flogging Bibles must be slightly more lucrative than pimping used Pontiacs, his wife Jan—a zaftig woman with a face only a plastic surgeon could love and a Medusa head of bubblegum-pink hair—is a grandiose piscine cartoon who makes the Mary Kay spackle-faced Tammy Faye Bakker look like a greeter at Wal-Mart. Jan’s crazier than a Sunday school teacher with a bad case of Jerusalem syndrome, too, which makes for added snickers. Really, if you get off watching unctuous televangelists beg for money, it doesn’t get much better than this.