It's almost like Bill, Monica, and a cigar having sex ...we couldn't make this stuff up if we tried.
Back in his glory days, Bob Larson constantly sent out fundraising letters claiming that Satan had "a mighty grip on the throat" of his ministry, [1] that enemies had threatened his life, [2] and that Satan himself, using a horse, had given him a potentially fatal kick in the head.[3] But as proof of his infidelity, greed, and general lack of veracity became widely known, Bob has fallen on hard times.
Now, he has to invent his enemies.
Back in the early '90s, young black-metal musician Chad Kelly (a.k.a., "Blaspherion") gained notoriety by writing a song titled "Kill Bob Larson." He followed it up by selling T-shirts and bumper stickers, and suddenly became one of Bob's favorite foils. Looking for a little publicity for his new band (Catholicon), he wrote to Bob reminding him of his old song.
To make his demon-busting act work, Bob needs compliant demons who will scream, "I HATE YOU," instead of knowledgeable opponents who ask him about the $1,000,000 he borrowed to buy his mansion in Vail. Problem is, old reliable foes like Ron from Seattle and Born-Again Pagan are banned from the airwaves because they know where Bob's bones were buried. But Chad didn't know ... yet.
To make a long story short, Bob needed a copy of that song ... so desperately, that he was even willing to pay Chad for the trouble of making it for him. Through his staff, Bob sent him this letter, and also a check:


The letter and check (signed by long-time Larson lieutenant Debbi Reseigh) are now in my possession, and a computer-enhanced scan of the back of the check reveals a security watermark.

As long as Bob Larson can persuade his dupes to believe that he is a shining knight for Christ, and "the Forces of Darkness" are constantly trying to destroy him, he can parlay that belief into millions of dollars a year in donations. Now, we have solid evidence to prove that he not only doesn't mind creating bogus confrontations with the Enemy, but will actually pay for the privilege.