Franky Schaeffer. Psssh! Professional Christian back in the day, wrapped up in his self-importance, now “an atheist who believes in God,” always struggling to become relevant. Converts to Orthodoxy and becomes one of those who presumes to tell a 2000-year-old church how to run the show.
If he doesn’t drink, maybe he should take it up, just to take some of the edge off. One thing I’ve noticed about him, even before he turned to the dark side, is his intense anger. I read one of his books once. Well, I tried to read it, anyway. I just imagined him pounding the hell out of his typewriter as he composed.
I’d be happy to kill him.