I don’t get it.
There’s arson doesn’t serve any useful purpose other than as a setup for the burned fireman in the hospital. Chick could have cut out about half the frames in that comic and gone straight to the prosletyzing. And no “HAW! HAW!” either.
From now on, I think Chick should continue to do the illustrations, and let Fred Phelps do the writing.
I pity I don’t personally believe in a Hell. If it were anything but a religious device of coercion – I know exactly where Jack Chick would end up for something like this.
Vile bastard! :mad:
That the arsonists had a vaguely semetic cast to their features?
Perhaps Italian…Ya never know with those Papists.
Gotta love Jack
Martin
I don’t think that “friend” of the fireman’s has gotten enough of a bashing. What kind of a twat would invite a douchebag like Bob to come in a preach at some poor guy who got hurt while trying to save somebody else from a fire. And there is no preamble at all from Bob. No pat on the back, no real greeting, he just launches into his obnoxious little harrangue.
And what ineffectual little marks Chick creates for these things. No one ever questions anything Bob says or challenges him in any way. Not to mention they all act like they’ve never heard of Christianity before. Is there anyone in Chick’s little fantasy world who does not just fall over and convert after two minutes of idiotic prosetylization? Wouldn’t you love to see the fireman bounce a bedpan off Bob’s head?
Which one? Neve Campbell, or Courteney Cox? Drew Barrymore? I don’t mind any of them that much . . .
What? Oh . . . never mind . . .
As long as it was full.
The richman went to hell because he was a jackass who treated Lazarus like shit. Not because he didn’t believe in Jesus. Remember-he DID believe in God?
Besides, what did Fred do? What about Sonny, the other arsonist? H’uh?
This one doesn’t even make common sense. It goes nowhere, and it leaves us hanging with the arsonists!
My thoughts exactly, ** LM **! We’ll know this is the case if “Bob” ever shows up smoking a pipe.
If only it were so…
My favorite part:
“You know about hell?”
“No, But Jesus does!”
That’s it, Jesus is Satan. I always wondered about that and now Jack Chick learned me good, real good.
HAHA! Now you have no excuse!
“But Lord, you can’t throw me in the fiery pit! I’ve got a nasty verruca. I have a note from Matron!”
Ha, you say. They just had a case here in El Paso of a moron who tried to burn down his wife’s divorce attorney’s office, but the only thing he immolated was himself. D’oh. I expect we’ll see him in the Darwin Awards.
Please note: these are only partial lyrics . . . some of you may know the rest –
O Lord, please don’t burn us.
Don’t grill or toast Your flock.
Don’t put us on the barbecue
Or simmer us in stock.
Don’t braise or bake or boil us
Or stir-fry us in a wok.
Watch as we pair him up with Terry Tate, Office Linebacker. 
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Well, it a visit from the Master would make you look forward to the next round of skin grafts.
Huh?
“What?? Do you realize what you are saying? Are you telling me Jesus is God?”
Yeah, because he has grown to adulthood without ever having heart that stated before.
“At the end, Jesus Christ will sit on His gigantic White Throne,” facing the billions who died in their sins."
Gigantic White Throne, eh? heh. Sorta looks like a Barcalounger to me.
“Pray to Jesus and Repent. Beg Him for forgiveness for your filthy thoughts and life.”
WTF? Why was he visiting some random fireman in the hospital anyway? And what the hell did he know of this guy’s life? How did he know he wasn’t already a Christian, for example?
I like the squirrels, too
I love the threat at the end:
“The only way to wipe that record clean is to do what Fred did.
You can’t squirm out of this… you really got nailed when you read this story. You’ve got no excuse now! Haw! Haw!
Heaven or Hell?
The choice is YOURS!”
Or a toilet!
Most toilets don’t have armrests.