Dear Jesus:
Long time, eh? Sorry for the interruption. Wondering if I might have a moment of your time…
I’m sure you and your Dad are probably pretty busy processing people in. And, I’m sure you guys got the “all circuits are busy” recording going on too right now–what with the number of people I hear praying and shouting “Oh my God” over the [bleep] that happened in New York and DC last week. But, uh, if I could grab your ear for just a moment.
As you know (being omniscent and all), Phil and I stopped at the grocery store tonight. Now, I used to be one of your best cheerleaders, so you know–I know the “show must go on” and “strike while the iron’s hot” and all, but I’ve got to talk to you about your little witness at Safeway. You know the one I mean…about 5’6", brown hair, daughters running around bothering all the other shoppers. She passed me a Chick tract at the end of the aisle.
Yes, I know–you’re rolling your eyes and thinking “Ah camel-droppings, not Chick again!” Afraid so. But this one is going to blow your mind if you didn’t already see it coming. Seems her tract of choice to pawn off with the ol’ “Here, have a comic” is the one entitled “Flight 144.”
Now, I know you and I are not exactly close these days. We don’t talk much anymore (or at all). And, I don’t generally listen to all those people who claim to be speaking for you, but this yahoo is going around in this devastating time (when people are probably questioning you already)–you’ve got your hands full–and she’s passing out this sh–er, camel droppings. I mean, tacky, Christ, really tacky. I doubt you “called” her to distribute this particular tract–or any of Jack Chick’s questionable quotables for that matter–but I was wondering if you or one of your angels might take a moment to look into this matter. Maybe open her blind eyes to just how offense her attempt to “spread YOUR word” might be?
I mean, Jesus Christ, imagine if I’d just lost a loved one on one of those flights or strikes. Now, I’m happy to take this little bullet to protect some other hapless American. I’m well aware of the tripe Chick passes off as representing you and can overlook it, but the next time, you and Chick-y baby might not be so lucky…
Thanks for your time,
Well, you know…
p.s. Congrats, Jack Shit-Chick, you’re responsible for me starting my first EVER pit thread! F-ckhead!