I’ve been a fan of Jack T Chick tracts ever since the illustrious Space Moose made them known to me in Antlers of the Damned. Jack’s fundamentalist interpretations of vague, antiquated scripture and his penchant for pointing the finger at the hellbound among us just makes me wanna buy the set, and I’m sure that’s what he’s been planning all along.
Of course, it’s been a while since I’ve read Space Moose and/or JTC, but trust Luna to come up with the goods and remind me of what I’ve been missing all this time with this little golden egg. If you don’t have the enchiladas for all that salvation, at least try page 17 of the tract. It seems that those darned punk rockers are on a highway to hell, and some of ‘em are even committing suicide just to join the party early! Boy, Jack. You really hit the nail on the head this time. I’m not a religious man, nor am I an idiot... but I get the impression that Jack is both.
In unrelated news, I’ll be throwing away all my records and CDs tomorrow because apparently punk rock = hell. Apparently. See you there.