Ungodly Orphans

I've got upwards of 600 views... I must have some lurkers about. Heheh.
Sorry this was such a long time coming, my laptop's wireless card is pretty fickle.

Anyway, here's one of those subtly-racist tracts I mentioned last time. I'll admit, it'll be kind of hard to mock the art itself (this is one drawn by Fred Carter), but it's kind of obvious Chick was domineering this doomed ship... just pay attention to the ideas in it, you'll figure it out pretty quick. If you happen to be white, this tract will not make you love Jesus. If you happen to be black, however, keep reading and see if Chick's magic will work on you. Because he made it specifically for you. I'm sort of offended at how simplistic it is, too, but I'm reading too much into that.

And one last thing... the adapted version of Allah Had No Son looks like a poorly photoshopped version of its original.
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Oh, god. The zombie invasion is coming.... Billy the Kid's mummified hand clutching a noose in the middle of the Arizona desert... start stockpiling your clean underwear, people. I'll be in my underground bunker, as always.

All have sinned. Basketball players, Jesus with short hair (who knew?), what looks like a single mother or an abortion patient or an 'immodest' woman, fat men with sticklike noses, pimps, hoes, and palsied kids listening to music and pretending to be a zombie are all led through the Valley of Flaming Toupees by a hairy man-goat (or typical Insane Clown Posse fan..)

Muahahha! Suffer, pimps, hoes, single mothers and palsied children! Suffer!!!

Oh, man, he's so excited. He must have found a quarter on the cliff in front of him.
And that quote is kind of unfortunate. It's kind of ironic that Jack follows a way which seemeth right unto a man....

HAHAHAH, what? "In sin did my mother conceive me"? Er, okay, are there any other modes of conception that don't involve sin? Remember, kids: Godly people are immaculately conceived. All of them. Ask your parents where you came from, and if they say something other than "you poofed into existence via Jesus Magic", then you are a filthy, filthy sinner.

All exalt the sentient baby! If you wave at him, he'll wave back!

I've seen this devil thing before. How unoriginal. Except this one's not as benevolent, or interesting, as that movie.

I don't get the random death quote though. Is death like having Pan trick you into bondage?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was a Chick tract, not an ass-backwards postmodern thing where the cow takes the people away. The people in this panel agree too, considering how hard they're vibrating. The little goat guy has to slick the ground down with crude oil and slide them, I suppose.

-chuck- Off ya go, losers! Enjoy the hellfire! -toss- -smack- -thud- -sizzle- YAAAAA
So far I don't think any of this makes any sense. It's a big, simplified, misdirected metaphor. How is this supposed to convert people? Is the first thought that leaps to mind when you see people dumped into flames in front of their kid "AMEN JESUS!!!"? Again, with the suffering. I don't see how it's spreading around Godliness. I do see, however, that Jack Chick is a sadist.

Isn't Gawd usually much taller than everyone else? Why does God imagine crying children with crucifixes behind them, like that's what they're crying about? What a self-important asshole. Can't he just conjure up some satisfaction because he's Almighty God and whatnot, without tormenting children? ..... haha, you knew the answer to that one; no.

I find it very, very surprising that Chick doesn't have any qualms about portraying Jesus as black. It is closer to what he was though, middle eastern.

"For God sent not a big black arrow into the sky to misdirect Jesus on his way down to the Great Ear-ish Moon, but that he would know where to go because his thoughts were preoccupied with the salvation of random kneeless children."

I'm sorry, this just.... the..... Jesus seemed to have missed a step off the God Cloud.... "Bye, Jesus"... too much stimulus at one time.

Bahaha! Pay the toll first, zombie Jesus! Pay the $5 to see the Wolf Child Rufus!

"Hey, okay, how about this. You get to nail me to a big wooden T, I bleed profusely and die violently and painfully on a mountaintop, suffer as much as I can, and then I can have Wolf Child Rufus. Sound okay?"
"Dude, no. $5. What do I need your flayed corpse for? I mean, it's not going to be a guaranteed salvation thing, people can still reject you and stuff. I don't know why you didn't bother safeguarding your whole salvation theory to where there's no other option besides worshipping you, you are GOD, but... well.... alright, I guess. You'll cheapen it by resurrecting, but... alright. More souls for me."

HAHAHAAHAHA! Oh, man, what is that, some spontaneous hair growth syndrome? Do you bleed hair or something? Weirdo! HAHAAH!

Oh, great, the last thing that kid needs is to see more people die in front of him. That's good for his psychological well-being.

And so Pan put him in a giant ceramic pot for three days and three nights, watching his body decay the whole time....

HE IS RISEN! Pan shakes in his backward, bowlegged cleats! Who's your savior now, bitch? Jesusman, Jesusman, doing the things that Jesus can.

"Hey kid, remember that time I hung from thick rusted nails in my hands and bled all over the ground beneath me as I rotted in the hot sun? I..."

"Please, mister, stop talking to me about this. It's scaring me."
"Aw, come on, it's a cool story! Really? You sure you don't want to hear it? Positive? Well, okay, I'll go have some guys write it down for me so you can read it later if you want. I'm gonna call it something catchy, like Hangin' Out, or The Bible, or That Time I Won a Bet and Saw Rufus the Wolf-Child. Anyway, see ya. Enjoy your salvation."

Hey! You! Wing Guy! Yeah, you! Get away from Rufus! Jesus won him first! You can't steal him! You didn't earn him!

.... Jesus was also opposed to decent grammar. I don't remember that part of the bible, but I think something in there said education was important. Apparently King James didn't bother reading it.

And they ascended at a funny angle into a large, weightless vat of cottage cheese, and the little boy ran to Anonymous. Legal proceedings will follow.

Now it's a stereotypical hat-wearing...er... Macedonian, burka-wearer, Chinese man with SARS, and a fat white guy. I had no idea Chick was so xenophobic. Has he ever seen someone foreign that wasn't wearing traditional dress, or anyone who was alive later than the 18th century?

And Jesus is sandwiched there kind of awkwardly. "YOU GUYS? DO YOU REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME? GUYS! LISTEN TO ME! IT'S A COOL BAR STORY! WAIT!"

....Aaaaand Jesus swoops in only to save the black little girl. Mongorians, freaky mustached Eastern Europeans, muslims and creepy-ass boy scouts in their 30s can go to hell.

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... God sure likes killing black children.

"Hey, uh, Pan? Yeah, uh, right here, buddy. Your perspective is all screwy. Like, you know this is only going to be like three inches wide, right? It's hard to really get that you've got the reader by the neck while they're sitting in a bus stop or on a toilet.... I mean, just saying. And that's some wicked arm fuzz you got there."

So there you have it. God likes killing children. Er, that's what it implies, anyway.

Holy War!!1

Three years after the ill-planned War on Terror began, Jack Chick finally turned a TV on and watched the news. And from this incident sprang a tract, unfortunately, about potato-headed US soldiers fighting violent, potato-headed terr'ists. Sadly, no Fang in this one. But for a guy who served in the Pacific theater, he really doesn't understand how bullets work. Now onward.

"What am I doing in a Chick tract? Praying to this melted salt lick while projectile flies hit my head? This guy really is crazy."

My, they must be very proficient in English to use that as their first language. It's beyond me why they enlisted a rootin' tootin' gun-crazy Texan with a rifle though, when they clearly have it under control with their paintbrush spear cannon thing.

"They're cutting us to pieces!"
"Where's your God now, Preacher boy?"
"SHHHH! I'm on the phone! Jeez!" "Okay, mom, sorry about that. Anyway, how's Mittens doing?"

Aaaand just like in real life, his prayer goes answered without God batting an eye. Because God is ever vigilant, there haven't been any casualties in Iraq, and cancer is never contracted by Christians. Also, the dollar is gaining more over the fag-enabling Euro day by day. Gas is $1.09 a gallon, and there hasn't been a hurricane in the US since 1950.

Why would he need a massive sandstorm to save his company if they're only fighting three people anyway?

"Even if it was God, Preacher, my head wouldn't be so potato-shaped, and I could breathe through my nose if God really cared. Oh, and Max wouldn't be dying in my arms right now if God really cared, too."

.... Man, they're really packing packing the firepower on those three terr'ists. Huge flames, a helicopter, the conjoined twins limping away in the background-- going all out.

Why does Chick have it in his head that after a traumatic event like a friend's death, the most comforting thing you can tell someone is that they're in Hell for all eternity?

So, is 'Jesus' or whatever a big deal in Christianity? The concept of heaven is a Judeo-christian ideal to begin with, but who's Jesus? Like, Garcia or whatever?

How is being shot on the battlefield "dying in his sins?" And if you accept Jesus, can he really reject you? That's not how it works.

Oh, I guess he really didn't know about Jesus. He lived all his life in a pocket island between Canada and the US that no one's ever heard about which is inhabited by completely irreligious people who have never used American money, said the Pledge of Allegiance, sang O Canada, hit their thumbs with hammers, been surprised, and are unfamiliar with figurative language. What a horrible, ???forsaken place!

Draft-dodgin' collige-type pansy! Don'tcha know that when you choose to enlist in the armed forces, not even formidable Jewiness will keep you stationed at home?

Oh, shit, now he's done it. Never ask Matt Lauer to tell you about anything, unless you have infinite patience and at least 2 years of life remaining. Standard refuting of whatever follows.

On Judgment Day, your life will be shown on the AstroScreen for you to re-watch in 16:9 aspect ratio. Wait-- he's already up in the Space Cloud being judged... that means he's already dead! OH NO! Is this is a Sixth Sense type thing, where they're all already dead?

Tex Wilson!!! I hate him too! He was a sucky baseball player and his art prints are redundant and cheesy! And unless both Tex Wilsons have accepted the FundieChrist, Jesus didn't die for their sins.

That's the way. Win 'em over by jabbing at sore spots in their self-image.
And he wasn't born in a "stinking stable," he was born in a manger on a bed of straw (which isn't so far removed from the reeds, pitch and stone that was standard bedding during the bronze age), and all the animals looking on were compelled by God to stop shitting compulsively until Jesus was out. Considering all the rats and termites Jesus didn't plop onto, it's not so bad.

Not going to bother looking up how this corresponds with the actual text of the Bible, but instead of making an avatar of himself to suffer, couldn't God just forgive that petty grudge he had against Adam (a creature that didn't know what right, wrong and consequences were, therefore could not judge for himself whether to trust the snake)? Where did all the righteous people who lived before Jesus go when they died, straight to Hell?

And did Jesus actually control the angels? Doesn't God the Father do that or something?

Something incredible happened!

"Jesus created unto Himself the first Form-Flattering Dress, and lo, it shone as the Sun and illuminated itself, guiding the Savior through the darkness of the rock-pile and then forth making otherwise unpleasing women pleasing to the eye" - Joshua 14:3, regarding the first attractive dress's creation.

Those EYES. Don't look into them Benny, that's how he steals your soul!

Everybody in the trucks! The crazy Spanish peasants from Resident Evil 4 are back! They want blood! Argh argh argh slobber slobber bite.

They shouldn't fly their plane so high up, they might accidentally crash into God on his cloud or something.

"Cough cough"? Seriously? You fall on a grenade and you still have to muster up the strength to cough enough to let Chick make your death a cliche?

Is that all captains do nowadays, look like high school freshmen with loaf haircuts and Jew noses?

Oh, I was wrong about Fang not being here. I thought that of all Chick's characters, he wouldn't be deployed to Iraqi warzones, but I guess I was wrong. At least he has rats to play with.

Oh, come on. Like people with doctorates in any topic (from a real school, not whatever Henry Makow and Kent Hovind attended) are this figuratively-challenged. There's a difference between nicknaming someone, say, Doc, and them being a doctor by trade. People with doctorates should know.

Oh, fuck you. Why does EVERY RELIGION revolve around an afterlife to you, Jack? They don't all have "heaven"s because they have different philosophies. Budddhism, for example, revolves around making your life on earth better, followed by reincarnation, not heaven. Which, even though it's for different reasons, is a lie. One that makes Benny so outraged he randomly spurts facial hair.

..... has this ever happened? Seriously? Ever?

What an asshole. If you're supposed to not care what faith your soldiers follow, than you shouldn't discriminate against Christians (even the fanatical ones). Because this is a huge fucking strawman caricature, I won't go any further, but I am alarmed at the thing that's driving the truck.

No survivors. Not even the people that were praying in the back that had nothing to do with anything. KABOOM!
Love,
God

Oh no! They better evacuate heaven now, it's on fire!

I don't..... this is.... stubborn and pretend...... sheesh. Okay, where do I begin? "Pretend you don't believe in God"? What the fuck is that? "Ooh, I have a great idea, I'll alienate myself from the people around me because they're woefully stupid and stringent about their ancient fairytales! Yeah! That's the way to do it! And I'll go to church every week to apologize for it, of course. That's the way!" Or will you devote yourself to an afterlife that may or may not happen and squander your life in fear of a big mystical skydaddy?

I'll choose the latter option any day, if it means not turning into an intolerant moron like Chick.

Not quite yet

I'm going to start doing Chick dissections on the weekends now. I'm too spent by the time I get back from whatever it is that I do all day.

Oh, by the way:

How can NBC news know that bin Laden is "virtually impotent" and we still can't find him? Is "The Decider" just going to wait for Osama to die of natural causes? You're an idiot, failure and quitter. Way to save America. Letting an old man die of a kidney disorder instead of going out and looking for him, it's all about politics. After 7 years, shouldn't you stop trying to convince people to like you and actually start improving things?