In light of his documented sexual exploits– the fact that DNA tests prove that he’s the real father of his nephew, for example– Earl Paulk is a remarkable dude: Megachurch founder, jowly pompadoured Lothario, libidinous egomaniac. Dale Russell of WAGA has had his number for several years now, thanks to the fact that Paulk’s ex-secretary / victim of his Holy lecherousness has talked to Russell whenever a development ensued. Apparently the octogenerian Bishop was unaware.
The secretary, Mona Brewer, sued Paulk years back. Their case has gone back and forth. Recently, Paulk apparently sent Brewer envelopes full of cash, pitching a peace conference. Guess who Brewer called?
WAGA’s I-team wired the restaurant meeting place with three cameras. They recorded audio of Paulk calling Brewer “baby” and professing his undying devotion to her. They showed the pathetic old man’s body language, solicitous and desirous of reconciliation and God help us, perhaps more. And they showed him offering a payoff and walking her to her car, where she rebuffed his obvious desire for a good-bye embrace.
Perhaps Paulk had never heard the secular William Congreve quote about a woman scorned. No doubt, Paulk remembers this one:
- Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
— Proverbs 16: 18-19 (KJV)
Russell’s gambit was a crapshoot: Wire a restaurant and watch what happens. Russell skill is in maintaining the confidence of the principal victim in the story. In this instance, he lucked out, and then some– almost to the point where one feels sorry for the geriatric sociopath, still thinking with his male parts at the age of eighty-plus. Russell produces a second part Tuesday at six.