Picture us on a crowded sidewalk in San Francisco. Say, after a pop concert. Some brainless grinning zombie suddenly looms ahead, handing out those insulting little religious pamphlets. I am ready to reject him and everything he stands for. But you just smile and smoooothly reach in your trenchcoat pocket for a tract of your own. You meet, you grin at each other, you exchange booklets ... We walk on ... perhaps a tad more quickly ...
[via chaos theory]
Update: In February '04, the author of the brilliant Chick tract parody got threatened with legal action. Sensibly, though regretably, he took down the comic and refuses to make it available. Oh well! To Howard: thanks for the memories. To Jack Chick: Actio personalis monitur cum persona.
Almost like the iPod jacking fad!
I saw this on Neil Gaiman's site today. What a riot. There is another site that has lots of Chick Track parodies, not all are suitable for all ages. If you'd like the link I'll send it.
Posted by: Alicia | December 08, 2003 at 08:36 PM
This is so far beyond funny that even I can't measure it. And Pam, wasn't it AFTER the JJ concert that we were "attacked" by Tony and Susan Alamo? Can't clearly remember anymore. Refresh me....
Posted by: Anthony | December 09, 2003 at 05:15 AM
My musing was partly based on our trip to see Joe Jackson, and partly a fantasy about messin' with the religious-infirm.
Alicia, please do send along the Chick parody address, and thanks!
Posted by: pam | December 09, 2003 at 09:48 AM