Many men have a nagging, emotional, overly-dependent fussing inside of them. Many of your preachers have it too.

What is it? B-I-T-C-H. Yes, you got the B-I-T-C-H up in you.

Look at the way Paula White from Florida gets up on that stage and does that gasping and screaming and working the destitute masses into a haze of religious frenzy. She got the B-I-T-C-H.

What about Joel Osteen with his plastered on smile and that breathy sighing way he pumps his mega-church crowd up on good feelings? Yes, he got the B-I-T-C-H up in him too.

Now, the homosexuals are the easiest type of person to observe the spell of the B-I-T-C-H at work. You know the type: men with small dogs and moisturizing lotion, their petty preferences, their gilded movements. The bravery, directness, and honesty of manliness is lost to them.

It is an immature female spirit that has taken up residence in these lost and misdirected souls. Hissing and spitting, gossiping and distracting, excited and sexually flushed—that’s the B-I-T-C-H.

To excite is to Sin. Woe be to him that would raise false hopes in others!

Perhaps no one exhibits the B-I-T-C-H and puts on a show better than when T.D. Jakes does the “Rent Money Dance”. Pastor Manning, preaching the Good Word from Harlem gives us a thorough documenting of this strikingly bizarre behavior: