The suggestion by U.S. televangelist Pat Robertson that the devastating earthquake in Haiti on Tuesday was somehow the result of the country swearing a "pact to the devil" continues to attract condemnation and ridicule.
White House Press Secretary Robert Gibbs is among those who have attacked the comments made by Rev. Robertson following Tuesday's tragedy, comments that a statement on the televangelist's own website sought to clarify. The statement, released on Wednesday, reads in part:Dr. Robertson never stated that the earthquake was God’s wrath. If you watch the entire video segment, Dr. Robertson’s compassion for the people of Haiti is clear. He called for prayer for them. His humanitarian arm has been working to help thousands of people in Haiti over the last year, and they are currently launching a major relief and recovery effort to help the victims of this disaster. They have sent a shipment of millions of dollars worth of medications that is now in Haiti, and their disaster team leaders are expected to arrive tomorrow and begin operations to ease the suffering
However the criticism and ridicule of Dr. Robertson continues, with a cartoon by Mike Keefe of the Denver Post, reproduced by The Association of American Editorial Cartoonists, showing the preacher being swept from his pulpit and his lips being fused together, apparently by God.
Meanwhile over on CNN iReport "brixton" has come up with a three-frame cartoon in which it is Pat Robertson who is revealed to be the Devil.
But perhaps one of the most compelling critiques of Dr. Robertson has come from Lily Coyle of Minneapolis, with an effort that earned her the accolade "Letter of the day" in the StarTribune.
Ms Coyle writes as if she were the Devil and argues that if she/he had made a pact with the people of Haiti the country would not have been suffering from the poverty that existed long before the earthquake on Tuesday. Explaining that the kind of pact Dr. Robertson was referring to ensures "glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory" on earth, the suffering coming in the afterlife, the letter ends:You're doing great work, Pat, and I don't want to clip your wings -- just, come on, you're making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That's working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.