How have the mighty fallen! A lament for the Family

I remember the days, ah, such days they were, when I went into the swankiest casinos or dance clubs and could pick up a Family woman for, oh, about $200 a night. And in Australia, when traveling on business, how often my nights were filled with such joy by finding Family women in Escort Agencies. Yes, they cost plenty, as much as any other whore, but they delivered sex with a smile. Oh yes, and a sermon. I bowed my head many a night, just to make them smile and throw on a second helping of loving.

Now as I drive my limo through Chicago, I see those same Family women out canning, holding little cans and passing out tracts. How have the mighty fallen! And a little further down the road, scantily-clad Family teens wave me into a car-wash where their curvacious, delicious bodies with beckoning smiles wash my limo. I know they're into sex as much as their mamas, but car-washing in bikinis? Well, at least my limo gets clean. Again for a donation, mere pocket change.

Where have all the FFers gone? Have they been reduced to begging with tin cans at stop lights? Have their daughters, whom Berg said would learn FFing from their mamas, been reduced to washing cars?

David Berg had a great idea: God's whores giving sexual services to traveling businessmen such as myself. I was willing to write the checks, but alas, now I must go to common whores who do not smile and preach to me as I employ their services.