Yesterday one of our customers left many Chick tracts throughout the supermarket in which I work. We had a merry time collecting them. I was able to add three new (to me) titles to my collection:
Unloved
The Present
The Warning
Envy me.
(I know that mention of Chick tracts usually go in the Pit, really, I do. It seems more MPSIMSish than Pit worthy, though)
I used to love finding chick tracts, but now that they’re all on the web, the thrill’s faded a bit.
I’ve occasionally seen them on the tables around the restaurants in a small mall in the parking garage across the street. It is somehow more interesting finding them in the wild than on the web.
Hee! Back in the late 70s I came into possession of a ton o’ Chick tracts. I used to love leaving them on friends front doors with little messages like: “Give me a call about what you’re doing this weekend, unless you’ve decided to roast in the eternal pits of HELL!” and “Call me. Signed, A friend concerned about the fact that you are doomed to eternal damnnation cause you are such a heathen!.”
I was real popular for a while. 
What are chick tracts? 
Ah…then I would assume that my earlier assumption that these were about some form of modernised feminism in which women felt empowered to refer to themselves as “chicks” to be incorrect, then? 
A blessed from a man Not Blessed; in paper format.
http://www.chick.com/default.asp
Cartoon booklets to “make witnessing easy”. Little morality plays in comic form to try to sway the reader towards Jack Chick’s form of fundamental Christianity.
I think the goal is to leave them in public places, so one can “witness” without actually being there to face confrontation and counter-arguments.
This one seems a little off. When did Chick start with product placements?
I used to love collecting Chick tracts back in college in the late '90s, when severe old men in old-fashioned suits would hand them out on campus. We had our fair share of traveling fire-and-brimstone campus preachers who would harangue innocent passersby and get into screaming debates with the more open-minded student body, but these guys were just happy to hand out Chick tracts and church flyers. I enjoyed reading them on an ironic level, and I still have around 20 or so. If the OP or anyone else wants them, I’d happily mail them to a collector.
Anyone notice in the latest Chick tract that the artist apparently got confused as to who was the sinner and who was the evangelist?
snerk Even weirder than normal, and completely confusing. Our company gets a lot of those in the mail; at least they’re good for a laugh.
That tract absolutely kicked ass…made my day!
What in the world kind of business are you in?
I found one in Spanish on the el a couple weeks ago. If you think Chick tracts are funny in English, you’ve got to see them in Spanish.
I always enjoy reviewing Chick tracts, and my critique of the Art Institute Escapade may be found here.
I stumbled upon one of the very first tracts, This is Your Life, as a freshman in college in 1978. I carried it back to my dorm and we all gawked at it like monkeys examining a rubber ball. Fire-and-brimstone preaching wasn’t new to us, even then, but that tract was still special–it was so flamboyant and self-assured. Not until 25 years later, when I read people talking about Chick on this Board, did I realize I had seen the progenitor of the whole series so long ago.
I can’t remember which one it is, but one of them has a pic that looks like a young boy is giving head to the preacher man.
Any idea what I’m talking aboot?
I have never seen a Chick Tract in the wild. I’ve seen religious tracts, but they were just nice, happy ones with the Our Father on them, and whatnot.
But then, Pittsburgh isn’t really a fundy town. We’re too Catholic.
I’ve never seen an honest-to-goodness real Chick tract either, only online. I need to get out into the field more often.
I work for a newsletter publisher. We send out sample issues and order forms with postage-paid return envelopes. Part of my job is sorting through the mail, opening envelopes and processing orders. People send all kinds of things back in the return envelopes: porn, coupons, their other junk mail, torn up order forms, and Chick tracts.
I dream of a day when the president of the company realizes that it’s not good business practice to contantly harrass customers, and customers realize that thier energy would be better spent writing “Remove from mailing list” on the order forms and sending them back whole. [/rant]