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While there has been an overwhelming outpouring of affection for Dolly Parton in the wake of her death, there are also detractors, from a mayor who opposed the lowering flags to half staff (which he feels should be reserved for public officials and military heroes) to those who claim—in a way that is hardly indisputable—that she had at least a fleetingly dark side.

Below an image taken from a video that certainly looks like the late country superstar was flashing a witchy hand symbol. But it’s difficult to tell if indeed it was something surreptitious or simply that the camera still caught Parton simply closing her hand in a way that for less than the tick of a clock left two fingers in a devilish salute.

Here’s a clip from Facebook (see the entire sequence here if you have a Facebook account). It seems like a bit of a stretch (that Dolly is giving a satanic signal), but you can decide. (Remember always to view from the perspective of charity and innocent-until-proved-guilty).

Was there not a storm brewing out there in the Atlantic when she died that the National Hurricane Center (through pure coincidence) had designated as “Dolly”?

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Let me share with you my experience with her personally. I had a kidney transplant 8 years ago. Before that while I was waiting on a match my friends took me to Dollywood for a distraction. She was there that Saturday and I decided to go to the meet and greet. I’m born raised Tennesseen so the chance to meet Dolly is more important than meeting the president. When I was in line I got to watch her interact with the people in front of me. And only way you could describe it was Holy Spirit was shining. She was loving and kind to everyone. Made sure to talk about Jesus with every single person and told everyone to go to church somewhere tomorrow. When it got to my time to see her we talked and I told her about my condition. She gasped and asked me one question. “Are you a Christian?” And I said yes ma’am. I am. And she took my hands and smile and said “well then let’s take it on to our Jesus!” And she said the sweetest holiest prayer over me I’ve ever heard. Afterwards she hugged me and said “don’t you worry, son, Jesus had you in his hands and he will never leave you or forsake you. And we serve a mighty mighty God who is rich in healing. I know he’s gonna see you on through.” Through it all I could FEEL God in her Love. You can’t fake that. I have no doubt in my mind her faith was in Jesus. She may not have had perfect theology but I don’t either. Theology doesn’t save you. The Blood of Jesus does. ~ Dustin Lee Vaughan