Nothing howls out for a good, steel-tipped satiric whipping like modern American evangelism—the public discourse is so poisoned with cant about sin, "religious correctness," warmongers praying for corpse-heaped victory, and faith-for-faith's-sake proselytizing that Mark Twain could've worn a million pencils down to stubs and still not exhaust his say. But Twain didn't write screenplays. How can mass entertainment, with so much demographic pandering on its agenda, lampoon Yankee self-holiness—that viscous stew of naïveté, insecure leader-lust, psychotic self-righteousness, and... More >>>