Feast your eyes on Caught!
It’s good, but ole Jackie is definitely slipping.
I think there’s an MPSIMS thread on the subject, but I’m on a very slow computer right now and can’t open two browsers at once to check.
I’m rather partial to the horned polka-dotted turd demon that’s humping ol’ Jessica’s ass in the third panel.
Oh, man.
The angel with the camcorder(!).
The “Haw-haw!” demon.
David’s “I love you, Lord” song.
Bob’s Claude-Rains-rakish mustache.
The rock stuck in the forehead of Goliath’s severed head.
Does Christianity really believe in the Grim Reaper?
I smell Nobel Prize for Literature all over this baby.
I was rooting for Bob.
good to see that there’s at least one ‘Haw Haw’ in there.
I think it’s heartening to see that even Uncle Bob’s magic converting powers don’t always work.
And why does the angel have an camcorder? Does God plan to sell the recorded adultery with boom-chicka-chicka music on background?
The dog-demon in the second frame looks like he’s about to cry because Satan gave him those silly bunny ears.
Haw haw!
I see an interesting new twist in Chick-o-theology: Even if you repent of your sin, you’re still damned.
Oh, yeah. That’s not new. That’s just Chick.
Man, oh man! I just love the Chick tracts. I use to collect them in the long-ago days of my grocery store-working days; as I moved later on, I lost my collection o’ worship and had to look elsewhere for laughs.
But then, years later…I stumbled across the website!
“Oh heavn hath found me again!” I cried out. (Not literally, I mean. Only in this particular retelling of that anecdote. Usually I try to avoid “hath” and “doth” in normal speech.)
So, once a month I check back at his site and see if a new one has arisen. (I tried to see what arose every three days–to give it a poetic feel–but soon tired of doing that when I realized Jack’s creative output couldn’t quite match that of his saviour’s.)
My own personal affectations color me happy that the most reoccuring of human characters in the tracts is a Super-Evangelist named “Bob.” What a great name! All my cars are named as a variant of “Bob.”
And the pencil-thin moustache Bob sports? Great. Love it.
Haw-haw. 
Kinda gives a whole new meaning to the deus ex machina, if you ask me.
Dr. J
The mention of AIDs is what puts it over the top,
Admittedly though, if people stopped f*cking around so much AIDs would not be such a problem in non-third world countries. The transmission of HIV through blood transfusions is minimal, and it would leave needle sharing as the remaining major carrier of the disease.
The letter was a bit over the top though, a fling with a 30 something woman may be wrong, but it is highly unlikely to transmit HIV.
The rest of the strip doesn’t seem /that/ bad, I mean some parts are over the top, but all in all he isn’t telling anybody to rape non-Christians or such.
Nice that the man gets blamed too. 
At least it isn’t made out to be the female’s fault, and even the age old argument “my wife made me do it” is specifically disputed (wrong is wrong, no matter what. period. end of the story.)
Of course I am slightly biased on this because I agree with the stripe’s moral message, some of his other stripes. . . . heh.
Gota raise funds for those legal defense funds somehow, I mean with both the catholics AND the protestants going around and getting sued left and right. . . .
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The camcorder is for the big video of Roger’s life that everyone who ever lived will have to sit through on Judgment Day. I can’t wait for all the great porn we’re going to see, but we’re also going to have to sit through Star Wars about a billion times!
Did anyone else notice how the dude dodged the question about where the loving and tolerant God went to?
COVERUP!