I'd rather see Rowan Williams meet the Phelps family
In fact, such theology as it is possible to discern behind the Phelpses’ bluster in the documentary is in extreme form a mix of Calvinism and Premillennialism, larding biblical literalism (without that nonsense about love or helping the poor, obviously) and the mishmash of End Days philosophy originally propounded by the gloomy 19th-century English preacher John Nelson Darby. The antichrist is naturally identified as Barack Obama in this eschatological story.
To a greater or lesser extent this is a template, parts of which would fit many American fundamentalist preachers. In an entrepreneurial religious culture where churches compete for market share, publicity has to be their schtick and their forte, just as it has for their predecessors in a long, unlovely line stretching back more than 300 years: you can take in Jerry Falwell, Oral Roberts, Pat Robertson, Billy Sunday, Darby himself, all the way to Lorenzo Dow and Cotton Mather.
