Oh shit…I’m not worthy-may I worship you?
I think this is the worst Chick Tract I’ve ever read!. It wasn’t offensive at all!
[hijack] I just found out the other day that a friend’s husband used to be married to Jack’s daughter. Wow, what a fun family to be related to! [/hijack]
I’m going to have to ask for some juicy details.
Me too! I wonder what she was like, and how the divorce went over with Jack.
Did you overlook the Wandering Hebe?
This tract has some potential, but ultimately falls apart because the supporting characters are so poorly realized.
The curator has some depth. He starts out like like a typical artsy-fartsy uber-p.c. type, giving a spiel about how all religions are equally valid. But by the end, you realize that he’s saying that all religions except Chick-style Christianity are equally invalid. An interesting twist.
But none of the other characters make a lick of sense. If the woman thinks that “no one in the civilized world” practices idol worship, she wouldn’t get indignant about it. She might be dismissive–“look at that silly guy, worshipping a cubist rooster”–but she wouldn’t be indignant. That starts the whole thing off on a jarring note.
The kid is just baffling. Is he her kid? Kids that age don’t usually go to art museums by themselves. But he torments the old man and runs off, and she takes no notice.
Then the old man wakes up, walks inside the velvet ropes, stares myopically at the paintings, and falls asleep again. He’s as bad as the kid! Or is that the point?
And what’s with that mummy being crucified? Or are those stripes supposed to represent scourge marks, in homage to the Passion of the Christ? And why does every painting have a religious theme except the bad cartoon of the dog?
I think this story could have used a good editor.
I was born under a Wandering Hebe.
It’s why I still have back pain.
I think the curator just collects religious art and this is how he gets it on a curator’s salary.
…Oh, and something about the worries of man numbering the hairs on his head and all of that tired bullshit…
Boy usurper of the sorrows of man, or something.
and all of that symbolism that you torment me with Jack… (shakes fist at Jack!)
OK, this just hit #4 on my “All-Time Funniest Doper Posts” list.
I figured it out folks. As a Catholic I think I have the authority to offer the definitive answer on the purpose of this literary gem. It’s the kid. That’s the focus.
Reading through this shit I kept wondering when someone was going to come along and deliver the righteous beating the little shit so desperatley needs. That’s when The Truth dawned on me. I’m hoping for a severe beatdown of a cartoon child. That should make me, as a Cathloic, feel guilty for wishing harm on another. Even if the “other” is not a real person.
He’s taunting me. He’s trying to show me the error of my ways in wishing harm on another. (His logic makes as much sense as this post, go figure.)
Very subtle. Hell, sophisticated by the set standard.
Well, I’m convinced. Sign me up Jack!
[sub]Note to humor impaired, the above was a joke[/sub]
Satan will be glad to hear you’re not leaving him.
[sub]Note to humor impaired, this was also a joke[/sub]