I didn’t get it from a Chicken, though, it was mailed to me by a friend with a sense of humor. It’s the bizarre (even for Jack) silent drama Somebody Loves Me, a Broken Blossoms remake in which a very young Peter Lorre is Saved by Janeane Garofalo.
My very first Chick Tract! I will hug it and pet it and call it George!
Ooooh. Congratulations **Eve. **
I found my first one (actually two) on my couch after the loony fundie mum of one of my kids’ mates had visited.
Most enlightening they were. I’d heard of *out-there * fundies before, but never actually seen any evidence of their existence.
I have been delivered of my ignorance now though.
I love how Janeane Garofalo leaves dying little Peter Lorre, wet and shivering, in a cardboard box in a cold alley and says, “I’ll get help!” rather than, oh, taking him to the police or a hospital.
Fortunately, John Phillip Law from Barbarella shows up and makes off with the kid.
Actually, that may hint at the religious right’s affection for economic conservatives.
Namely that poor people are better off dead. Then they will be with Jebus.
Y’know, I hate to not hate Chick, but that strip seemed relatively tame compared to his other lunacy. It’s kinda got a nice Xtian message, rather than his usually afflicted ramblings. Seems like he was headed in the right general direction, when his thought train jumped the tract, so to speak. (oh wow, was that BAD) :eek:
Geez that strip was an incredible “downer”.
With all those “guest stars”, perhaps to lighten the mood, they could have brought in Larry Storch to portray the wacky neighbor. Just a thought.
Mmmmm, dead, abused child in a box in a filthy alley.
Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for Jesus. :rolleyes:
Good for you, Eve! I like you’re friend’s sense of humor. Aren’t you glad to know that somebody loves you?
I’d have quite a burgeoning collection of those things if it weren’t for the fact that I pitch them in the garbage the first chance I get. I don’t know what it is about me, but people hand them to me at work every few months. It’s always the same thing. I wait on a customer, they hand it to me as they’re departing, and I stuff it into my pocket until I can ditch it. I must look like my soul is in need of salvation or something. (Come to think of it, I’m Catholic, play roleplaying games like AD&D, and listen to heavy metal. If I were only gay, I’d be so hellbound that I’d vanish in a puff of brimstone right now.)
Ironically enough, the SDMB was the first place I’d encountered his personal brand of psychosis, and this board is indirectly responsible for me having a Chick OD from reading all the tracts and some of his other ravings on the site in one sitting. The sensation of being exposed to such a twisted world view in such a large dose at one time was an interesting mixture of horrified shock and boiling anger that this guy calls himself a Christian and makes a living from promulgating his own particular brand of hate-filled, bigoted evanglization. This meant, therefore, that there are enough people who subscribe to his views to make this endeavor financially solvent. And that made me lose my appetite.
I’m much better now.
After the initial shock to the system wore off, I was able to laugh at the sheer lunacy of it all, and I’m not offended when people hand them to me, despite the inappropriateness of it while I’m working and am something of a stationary target. I’ve been tempted to engage the customers who hand me these tracts in a bit of theological debate, but that would be even more inappropriate than what they’re doing. And then there’s the temptation to show them my tattoos and tell them that my soul is already claimed, but that’s a stunt for my last day of work. 
Blindie, next time someone hands you one, just say, “Oh, thank you, I love these things, they’re hilarious! I have a whole collection, and my friends and I wet our pants reading them!”
At least in this one, little Peter Lorre dies before he can grown up and become M.
Hmmmmmmmmmm… the kid is sent out in the streets to beg. The kid’s alcoholic/drug dependent father beats the kid and sends the kid out because the kid didn’t get enough money. The kid winds up sleeping in a cardboard box and a Chick tract just happens to float by. The one person who could have saved the kid ran for help rather than, getting the kid something to eat and a warm place to sleep left and the kid, who could have grown up and become a wonderful person who in the Chick universe would have distributed millions of Chick tracts to the untold bazillions of us who needed to see them. Yep, proof that somebody needs to get ol’ Chicky on some serious psychotropic meds and now. :rolleyes:
I got my first Chick tract, “Party Girl,” in February. This week, people were handing out small pieces of paper at the very edge of campus. I said “I’ll take one” in the hopes of getting another Chick tract, only to learn that Jesus loves me.
That’s cool, I guess-I was on my way to study in a coffeehouse, and had Jesus needed a table I would’ve shared-but I wanted cheesy drawings, damnit.
This is an odd tract, because the main character is not a sinner and does not fall to his knees in the last or next to last panel and beg for forgiveness and mercy. I believe that this is the ONLY Chick tract which doesn’t have the main character (if the main character goes to heaven, that is) pleading and praying that God and Jesus will forgive him.
The orginal tract didn’t have the woman help at all. Just read the pamplet and left the kid to die so her ‘going for help’ is actually a step up. :rolleyes:
Why do I never get these? 
This, of course, was my first Chick Tract.
Actually, that one makes homosexuality look great! I am so becoming alsebian right now. Plus, Chick admits homosexuality has “always existed,” so it must be natural and created by his God, right?
No, no . . . the kid would have just grown up to become a German child-killer, or the gay Joel Cairo in The Maltese Falcon, or the insane surgeon in Mad Love!
But if Ugarte was killed as a child, there’d be nobody to steal the letters of transit signed by General Weygaulle. Victor Laszlo would be trapped in Casablanca and arrested by Major Strasser and the Germans would win World War II. How about that hill of beans?
. . . and who would have played the role of Mr. Strangdour in Muscle Beach Party?!
Lynn,
Sounds like you are ready to write a dissertation.
“Sin and Salvation in the Work of Jack Chick”