Oh Chick Tracts. My love for you burns deep. My slight obsession started in Boston, with a man who wore a bright orange hat, displayed terrifying premonitions across a sandwich board, held a cross a bit of the time, and was surprisingly kind. He was known to most Bostonians as “The Jesus Guy.”
We spoke on occasion, and once I mentioned that I was from Wisconsin. After this point he always assumed that our religious convictions were one in the same. I was in it for the comics, the wonderful comics. These small bundles of joy are probably some of the darkest most convoluted pieces of literature I’ve ever approached. Common topics include picking on homosexuals, Muslims and Catholics. I usually read them in disbelief and sometimes disgust, but I really can’t get enough. I just got a box in the mail of every one. Am I supporting something hateful? …. kind of. Are there pictures of people “witnessing” with these tracts in India? …. yeah. Can I help myself? ….. no
Some Notable Selections
