You should have bought Gorilla-Grips
Mine arrived Chick-tract-free!
Get out of my head.
A date once gave me a Chick tract.
Needless to say, there was no second date.
At last! A truly effective method of abstinence-only birth control!
Actually, the Power-Grips are a whole 'nother kettle of fish. They grip the bar for you, really, taking the strain off your hands and forearms completely, which is terrific. They can only be used for certain types of exercises, though, since they only work properly facing down.
For aged persons like myself who have incipient arthritis in their hands (or so I assume since my hands are just weaker and more prone to soreness than they were when I was young and spry), they are a fine thing.
A svelte, fit, porn-addicted Stoid with buns of steel and a libido like a blast furnace. I fear the world is not ready. L.A., maybe, but not the rest of us.
Action McNews, Los Angeles, November, 2006…
“Another pool boy was found today, drained of precious bodily fluids and cast aside like an old shoe, in what police are calling the Black Dalliance Mystery. Detective Hargrove, what can you tell us about the autopsy report?”
“Well, just as you said, the last drop of precious bodily fluid was expended, causing a sudden demise at the moment of most intense carnality…”
“You mean?..”
“That’s right, he didn’t know if he was coming or going…”
I remember a page at the Chick tract site that was devoted to ways that one could “witness” with the tracts…leaving a few in a phone booth, for instance, putting a few on a counter of a public restroom, or slipping a tract into each Trick or Treater’s bag (to be fair, I remember that the witnessers were also urged to give candy as well). Most of the methods that were advocated come under my heading of “littering”, and I make it a point to scoop up, tear, and discard any tracts I find in the wild. The gym I used to go to always had quite a few scattered around the phone booth, women’s locker room, and women’s restroom. I think it was an employee who put them there.
Actually I just found an interview with Meeko himself; it’s apparently him doing it:
Good. I do the same thing. A few weeks ago, I saw English and Russian language tracts scaattered around in, of all places, the Maltz Museum of Jewish Heritage in Cleveland. I tried to get as many as I could find, but the place has a lot of nooks and crannies.
Tracts in bathroom stalls are one thing. Placing them around a Jewish museum is over the pale.
Thank Og I haven’t received a Chick Tract yet. I have, however, received religious cards, pamphlets, a Christian CD, a button, and God’s Mints. (Those would be spearmints attached to a tag with a catechism on it)
What’s your problem, you ingrate? He just wanted to help your work out by giving you some Jesus Power! It worked for Pat Robertson!
Here’s the problem though. I know a lot of people around here have been turned off Christianity by Chick tracts, and if I’d seen them and they were typical of what I’ve seen of Christians myself, I’d have sworn off Christianity, too. It seems to me that if, out of 10,000 tracts, 1 person converts and 10 people decide Christians are a bunch of cruel hypocrites who aren’t worth associating with, handing them out becomes a losing proposition. One saved; ten condemned; 9,989 indifferent? Sorry. Even to save one soul, I’m not about to send ten others to hell. Then again, I also can’t see worshipping a god who’d let someone into heaven because he’s a good Christian while condemning someone who was put off Christianity by that same so-called good Christian.
Shit like this makes Baby Jesus puke His little guts out.
What in the Hellfire is a Chick Tract and why’s it called that?
I sort of gathered from context what they are but don’t know for sure.
At first I thought the OP got girly music (to workout to) in the package.
There, my ignorance abounds.
Wikipedia explains Chick Publications and why they’re called “tracts”.
I thought he was Jewish. (imagine Hapy Orthodox Jewish Smiley here)
I see a new porn site idea here here…
I spent a lot of time cleaning factory restrooms, and I encountered many religious tracts. Some were still tucked behind the tissue dispenser, some were on the floor, but most were in the bowl, reeking of urine.
There were very few in the women’s restrooms. I guess most Privvy-vangelists are male.
Some Chicklets invaded the Broadway Flea Market a few years back. Word quickly got around for everyone to refuse their tracts and they soon left.
I guess it was “convert a gay for Christ” day or something. 