Given Sheldon's sermons, you'd think he would have lambasted Allred, who is also a racetrack owner, and the GOP officeholders. But the reverend was silent. The Weekly had learned that Sheldon's family was also on Allred's payroll and—does this sound familiar?—that he'd quietly lobbied for Allred's gambling interests in Sacramento. Even conservative activist Jon Fleischman, who shares Sheldon's politics, has called him "rent-a-reverend."
Such brazen hypocrisy has served Sheldon well. In fact, his success is reminiscent of the theme song to television's The Jeffersons:
Under the influence peddling: Lou Sheldon and pal Dana Rohrabacher (with hand out). Photo by Jack Gould
"Fish don't fry in the kitchen;
Beans don't burn on the grill;
Took a whole lotta tryin';
Just to get up that hill;
Now we're up in the big leagues
Gettin' our turn at bat;
As long as we live, it's me and you baby;
There ain't nothin' wrong with that . . . We're movin' on up!"