Erik Kriebel

I am begining to accept the fact that I function best between the hours of 11pm and 3am. Yes, its only a four hour block of time, but it might be the most effiecent four hour block of time on earth (or at least the most effiecent block of time by any guy named erik kriebel) What proof do I have for this wildly bombastic statement. Well, I give you the following. These events took place Monday, May 31st between the hours of 2:15 and 2:35am.


After a nice late night snack I began to peruse the fifty or so cable channels found at my father's apartment complex, like any cable provider channels 16 through 21 are dedicated to evangelical christian televison programing. Most times one may stop for a second or two to see which world leader Pat Robertson is looking off next (or possibly leg press) or maybe see the indian guy cure someone suffering from some ailment like say progeria. (ok so the guy hasn't healed anyone with progeria, but if he did I may give him a second thought). So, as I flipped through channels 16 through 21 I came to a sudden halt on channel 17 woodstock, georgia's offical TBN affiliate. Who do I see on the TV staring back at me the one, the only Gary mothereffing Busey Here is the TBN Newsletter
( I am sure the guy changed his middle name to mothereffin back in 87). My initial response was that I was in that I was mistaken, I must have begun to doze off between an episode of "I'm with Busey," or "Blacksheep," and inadvertently switched over TBN and in my sleepy stooper the two programs must have merged together. I decided to take another spin through the 50 or so channels and if I came back upon Busey, I would stop and give my undivided attention to my new brother in Christ. Upon my trip to the replay booth, my final argument for needing to own a TiVo was cemented. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!? YES!!! What made this moment amazing, (and when I say amazing I mean this moment is the pinnacle of TV as we know it) was that there was no change in the Busey we have all grown to know and fear. While is rants seemed very passionate, there was no rhyme or reason to them. The host of the program seemed to inch further and further away as the interview progressed, yet he was in an arm chair, so after about 10 minutes the host was pressed against the one side of his chair, similar to the position we all used to assume when our grandmothers would try and kiss us when we had reached the age when we felt a simple hug would suffice. As Busey interuppted the host for the 5th time in 8 minutes (each interuption was followed with a "now I'm sorry, the Lord has put something else on my heart) the camera began to pan the audience, the audience consited of roughly 25 women all about 60 to 65 years old. These people have no idea of who or what for that matter Busey is or was. They had never experienced the "I'm Busey," years, they had no idea that this guy rivaled Walken as the strangest mofo in hollywood for a solid decade.


Now, I don't mean to mock Mr. Busey's new found faith. I wish him the best luck in the world. But I stand firm on the fact that Busey preachin' the word on TBN is possibly the most surreal moment on TV ever.

Posted by ErikKriebel on 01 June 2006 at 2:51 AM | Permalink