Chick Dissection | The Thief

When this burglar breaks into the home of a Christian, he wants to get saved too.

Based on a true story! …Nah, I’m just fucking with you. The events, actions and dialog depicted herein are about as realistic and believable as simultaneously winning the lottery with your long-lost sibling (a co-sextuplet), who you are at the same time meeting for the first time since childhood, while catching salmonella from a pasteurized, undercooked egg and being struck by lightning twice.

But hey, God’s gonna give you a whole bunch of really awesome stuff, so none of this matters anyway. In fact, go ahead and urge someone to kill you in order to expedite your arrival in heaven.


Someone put a black spy mask on a baked ham shank, painted a face on it, then hung some clothes from it.

“Don’t move or the lawn gets it!”

How in fuck did he fit through that window? It’s like cramming a baked pear through a fax machine.

“I’ll be in in just a second — I’ve gotta filter the dog.”

Tsk, tsk… just look at all those jizz stains. Hey, buddy: bedsheets are washable.

Looks like he climbed right into bed with the guy. That, or he has invisible feet.

“Freeze! Or, well… keep freezing!”

“Dammit, you let it out! I was trying to suffocate that cat!”

Even in sleep, he’s smug.

For what it’s worth, I think it’s time we snort, hey, what’s that sound? Everybody look what’s going down.

“What’s that noise? Oh… it was just the reverberations of my light breathing amplified to a deafening rumble in my cavernous nose.”

Ah, another Tract featuring sentient artwork in the background. You know, wouldn’t that be a tool of Satan or something? “Help, my artwork is possessed!” Doesn’t that seem just a little too much like witchcraft to you?

See, I don’t quite understand how to classify the supernatural activity fundamentalists claim exists. In the bizarre Eye In the Sky world where ritualistic behavior actually results in real-world phenomena and where the effected are really only capable of observing the end results, how can anyone be sure whether, say, their broken ankle was healed by appeals to God or appeals to Satan? And if other people are praying for me and my life is getting better as a result, am I supposed to somehow, I dunno, cleanse myself if it’s coming from Satanists? According to Chick, in his fantasy world where magic actually has an effect, there’s no such thing as “good magic”, so what happens if Satanists pray for the local minister to have a happy and successful life?

Anyway, UMPH SNORT

“Good morning!” “Morning.” *CRUNCH CRUSH* “Nice sunset coming up.” “Yep.” *CHONK CRUNCH* “So. Whatcha up to?” “Oh, I’m just milling this sack of cats using an old TV.” *CRUNCHLE CHOMP*

“I pity the fool who ain’t stay asleep during a robbery!”

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to need a referee, would you?”

“Could you… just a little to the… yeah, there. Now pull out your gun a second. Ahhh, yeah. That nose whistle was really bothering me — thanks for breaking it up!” Or, “Excuse me, uh… *sniff sniff* why does your gun smell like… *sniff sniff* like mint chutney and bear urine?”

At first, I was going to say “you could shred carrots with those teeth”. But then I realized, no, it’s the whole face. You could shred carrots with his whole hideous face, and possibly curdle milk as well. Hey Jack — ever consider drawing a villain who wasn’t modeled after some kind of undersea mutant that was formed when radioactive whale shit came in contact with a shipwrecked human skeleton?

“Oh… That’s WONDERFUL! No, seriously, you don’t know my dentist — shattering all my teeth one by one with the barrel of your gun is much more pleasant than the teeth cleaning he normally gives me.”

I like this, though… “That’s wonderful that I’m going to be dying!” I mean, fuckin’ come on. Even though religious folk — fundamentalists especially so — think they’ll be rewarded in the next life and all, does that mean that they don’t cherish this life at all? And if this were true, why’d that fat fuck Jerry Falwell give such a shit about 9/11? He should’ve been glad that all the gays and feminists and liberals were facilitating the demise of American fundamentalists. “Oh, goody! We get to die! Fly more planes at us!” Bullshit. They’re just as fuckin’ scared of death as everyone else. It’s a major part of why they decided to cling so desperately to religion in the first place.

Come on, Joey — less shootin’ the shit, and more just plain shooting.

“Could you tell me your name first?” “Sure! I mean, I’m careful enough that I never leave any witnesses, but I’ll be sure to pass along identifying information in the event that my plan goes awry. My name is Joey, and there are many things that I consider distinguishing features that separate me from the average criminal! Allow me to list them…”

This guy really should’ve hooked his observant artwork up to some kind of alarm system.

And in a surprisingly Hitchcockian touch, they’re all swarmed by birds and die unpleasantly. The end!

…aw, if only it were that simple.

“Boy, what delicious eggs! The cat hair is definitely a nice touch. Yeah, kitty, make sure to scrape your filthy claws around and get a whole bunch of Toxoplasma in my food. Mmm, good!”

Love the expression on his face, too. It’s like, “huh, that’s weird… are eggs supposed to have sand in them?” Or, like, “I forget, does bacon normally smell like yak feet?”

Joey’s just devoid of logical faculties, isn’t he? “Wow, if I kill this guy, he’ll inherit a fortune! I gotta get in on some of that! Because he… uh… apparently… left a bunch of stuff to himself. Or, uh… he has… some kind of twisted rich relative who said that this guy could only inherit his fortune after he died. Or… uh… well, anyway, if I hang around here through all the paperwork for transfers of titles of ownership and processing of the will and all of that, I’ll be walking out a wealthy man!”

As usual, Jack diverts from the actual plot of the Tract to provide us a conversation between three panes of glass in a window.

“At least five crowns. Maybe more. Might be six. I’m hoping for seven, but, y’know, you don’t want to push it with God. He can be a little… y’know. Infinitely cruel.” “Jerry, how the fuck are you even going to wear a crown? You’re an eight by ten inch piece of glass.”

My, what a dumb motherfucker. I’m going to have to try the “hey, don’t kill me, I’m getting a posthumous inheritance” thing if I’m ever robbed. Though, I don’t know, if my robber has even slightly higher reasoning skills than a nugget of goldfish shit, he or she will realize it’s really not sound reasoning: In order for this inheritance of riches to actually take place, the guy has to die. So it’s really just an incentive to kill him. And subsequently, in order for the robber to steal this trick “inheritance”, if it works in the purely physical manner he obviously thinks it does, he has to hang around at least long enough for someone to discover the body and notify all necessary parties about the guy’s demise. There’s just way too much work involved. Plus, how’s he going to explain the bullet in the guy’s head?

Who the hell’s this dog, by the way? Where’s Fang? I want Fang! Hrmm, maybe this is Fang, but he lost part of his tail in an unfortunate saw-sharpening incident.

DROOL DROOL

“Hey, wait a second — are you trying to save yourself by basically demanding that I kill you?”

This is a great (and I’m pretty sure entirely unintentional) metaphor, here: Just as this guy is tricking Joey the robber into being good through promises of riches and wealth, God tricks humans into being good through promises of riches and wealth. “Do you like stuff? Huh? Things? Expensive things?” Yeah, don’t be a good person simply because other people are, well, people too and deserve to live — do it because you’re a greedy prick who wants a bunch of gifts!

Every time I see the usual “big burst erupting from someone’s back, accompanied by a surprised or excited expression” thing, I always like to think they’re suffering a spectacularly violent and unexpected defecation.

Uh-oh! I smell a mischievous animal prank coming up…

“You can only kill my tired old body. You can’t win, Joey. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.”

Oh-hoh, how delightful! The cat turned the tables by falling on the dog. Hold on, everyone, I have to print this out to hang on my fridge.

HOLY SHIT GIGANTIC DOG-SIZED MUTANT RAT

I’m going to train my house to shout random, offensive things at old people. “Listen, you old fool! I’m gonna send you to hell!” “Hey grandma — I watch you while you’re sleeping.” “Hey oldie! Oldie! Your head looks like a dehydrated peach!”

No, no, no. You skipped a page in the script. You don’t say “That’s impossible!” until after Joey tells you he’s your father. Okay, everyone: Places, and… take two.

“Whooooooaaaaaaa!” You know, I know this is extremely immature, and I know there’s already a lot of poo humor in this one as it is, but looking at this page… I keep staring at the panel on the right expecting that it’s some kind of trick animated gif where eventually a turd drops out of Joey’s mouth, really quickly so you can’t even be sure you actually saw it.

HAW HAW! Where’s Yakety Sax when you need it? Superfluous animal tomfoolery!

“Shut up, man. I wanna hear about where you’re going, cat!”

Or, wait a minute — is that a cat, or is it one of Jack’s “cutesy” demons, like the ones that were crawling all over the gays in Birds and the Bees?

“Ow… ow… I’m going… to… ouch… cat claws… in… scalp… I’m going… to… heaven…”

Why? Why would your release from the material world involve more material shit? “Boy, I sure can’t wait to be done with my life, to leave behind all these material possessions and this horrible, tired old body, all full of problems. ‘Cause then God will give me a bunch of other shit to have to deal with! I’ll never be free of my attachment to consumerism! Isn’t it great?” And what do you do about the “wanting is often more pleasing a thing than having” aspect of ownership that’s been ingrained into the fundamental levels of our behavior? It’s… no, I just reject this entire concept outright as completely ludicrous.

And how the fuck do you get inside of that thing, anyway? Have to climb the sides or something.

In heaven, everything is pine. …Sorry.

Yeah, that’s really awesome for the angels, huh? That is so much worse than hell, having to suck off all these smug, self-satisfied, self-righteous shitheads and smile while doing it. I can see why Lucifer rebelled. Fuck, even getting my balls slow-roasted to a violent explosion once daily in a pressure cooker would be preferable to that. At least I’d still have a modicum of dignity.

Why the need for servants in the first place? Last I checked, God was supposed to be omnipotent. Why can’t he just… provide? Why all the middle men?

“You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley. I’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as I walk on streets of gold.”

So, uh… define “old”, within the context of immortality. I mean, basically, based on the descriptions I’ve heard, heaven is a place where nothing ever happens. And in a place where nothing ever changes, is there really such a thing as “time”? Anyway, at what stage of agedness will we be after we’re dead? Do we get to choose? Can we change our minds? And, well, fuck, what if we want to get sick? What if someone’s heaven is getting to experience all the different sensations available, including aging and death?

“I’ll never get sick or old again! And I’ll get a mansion! And angels will serve me! And Andre the Giant will be my friend! He’ll have a really neat belt, and he’ll let me wear it if I want to!”

It’s a little disorienting when Jack switches mid-Tract to Fred Carter’s somewhat less shitty artwork.

So… you’ll reign with Jesus. Along with… everyone else in heaven? I mean, if everyone’s king, who’s there to rule over? Each other? Yeah, that’s not going to result in a clusterfuck of arguments and feuds.

I’ve mentioned this before: If, for instance, masturbation is a sin, and God doesn’t allow sin into heaven, can the faithful masturbate once they’re there? If not, is it really paradise? Or is heaven only “paradise” in a kind of bullshit, creepy gated community way, where everyone’s house is the same color and you can’t put out lawn gnomes or paint your garage door the wrong color without finding yourself subject to fines? Maybe you just find yourself physically incapable of doing whatever it is you wanted to do that’s considered a “sin”, or at least was so on Earth. In which case, it’s just as much a fascist state as hell, only you’re tortured by mundanity instead of pain.

Gyah, I don’t want to “meet Jesus face to face” if he’s going to stare at me all blank and creepy like that. And doesn’t he realize he’s crushing Africa with his big oblivious hand? (Oh my God — he killed Kenya! …Sorry. Again, so, so sorry.) No idea what’s happening to eastern Asia and New Zealand and Australia and Alaska and such on the other side all pressed up against his chest like that.

Of course, if Jesus is in one of his little moods where he’s as depicted over on the right (I still have yet to figure out the distinction, really… what puts him in “bearded white guy” mode and what puts him in “faceless fascist” mode) how can I meet him “face to face” if he doesn’t have a face?

He got the cat because it matches his pajamas. He calls them the cat’s paja… nevermind.

Know what I think would be amusing? If everyone in heaven lived in the exact same mansion, but, like, in different “dimensions”. Only, all the furniture is common to all dimensions, so any redecorating you do is reflected in everyone else’s mansion. After all, back to the “gated community” subject, presumably everyone in heaven will be entirely the same and will all have the same desires (or, well, the same lack thereof) and tastes and such, so it really shouldn’t be a problem, right?

That’s another thing: What if someone doesn’t approve of another person’s paradise? If heaven is this community, and paradise is truly subjective… bah, I give up. Fundamentalist heaven is yet another logic-deficient, completely ludicrous construct. Not even in a “religion doesn’t need to be logical” way, either, because whenever a part of it gives in, to be supported by another aspect through faith or suspension of disbelief or whatever, it only casts doubt on that other aspect and eventually it all collapses. For instance, if you say “well, God doesn’t have to show anyone what another person’s version of heaven truly is, if they’re not going to like it”, well, that makes God a liar.

Hey, lady, here’s an idea: Put the bag you’re carrying in the cart, and carry the troublesome little shit.

BOY HOWDY, I CAN’T FUCKIN’ WAIT TO DIE!

The house is thanking Joey for finally ridding it of its smug, obnoxious occupant. “O.K. Joey! Thank you! Shoot him faster!”

Ah, but at the last minute, he releases the cat, which triggers the spring-loaded trap, which sends the log with the spears roped around it down into the side of Joey’s head, killing him instantly. It was a clever ruse all along!

You know, if someone ever counts up before they shoot me, I’m going to request that they do it like The Count from Sesame Street. When they get to two, they’ll just start laughing so hard at how silly the whole situation is that they’ll lay down their gun and we’ll become close friends, always joking about the circumstances under which we met. We’ll have a lot of adventures together. Then eventually he’ll become an astronaut and I’ll become the space launch technician, and when I’m counting down and everyone is all tense and nervous about whether things are going to blow up unexpectedly, I’ll start counting like The Count, and he and I will share a laugh — perhaps the last we’ll ever have. *big sigh* And then I’ll fuck his girlfriend while he’s away on his space mission, and when he gets back, he’ll actually shoot me then.

He should’ve gotten a goofy smiley face tattooed on the back of his skull for just such an occasion.

They’re just inches away from a full-scale make-out session here.

“What’s wrong, Joey?” “I (sniff)… I wanna kiss you.” “What’s that?” “Er, I said, I wanna go with you.”

Someone must have thrown a piece of stolen litter onto a nearby freeway.

“Joey, the man on the cross next to Jesus was a thief. Look what happened to him. He died an extremely painful death, basically suffocating on his own bodily fluids, and was probably left there for days. Isn’t that a beautiful story?”

The woman on the sidewalk isn’t shocked at her baby’s innocent grocery-dropping hijinks, she’s startled by the talking windows. She’s not old enough, though, for the house to shout at her that it’s going to send her to hell.

“He was found guilty by a rigged jury… a jury of JEWWWWS!”

I see a little silhouette of a man.

Yeah, neither do I, Joey.

The way he’s talking from the top of his skull like that, I like to think that he just stands there with that same smug, silly expression on his face the whole while, and has somehow mastered the art of blowing air through his gargantuan, bulbous nose in such a way that it reverberates through his skull and creates speech-like sounds.

Okay, so what you’re telling me is, this character in the Bible, this Jesus, he did a lot of great things for people and then he was unjustly murdered, and then he came back to life. So, uh, how does this apply to real life? Can I get… I mean… do you have any kind of corroborating evidence for any of this, or is it all circular reasoning — that is, that the book which may very well be fictional somehow isn’t fictional because it says so itself? Ah, thought so. Well, come back to me when you have a little more than just “the Bible says”.

GREAT GALLOPING DICKS, HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU NEED TO EXPLAIN SALVATION THROUGH JESUS IN A SINGLE FUCKING TRACT? If you can’t fill all 22 pages, just put in some more animals goofing around or something. Or change the narrative to something entirely unrelated, as you’ve done in other Tracts.

And another case of navelmouth has been alleviated with the Smugness Power of the Lord. Seriously, go back — in every panel until this one, the antagonist has had a navel-shaped mouth.

“Hey, thanks, man! Well, I’d better get you on your way, then. See you in a few minutes!” “But Joey, wa–” *BLAM* *THUD* “Lord Jesus, come into my heart and be my savior.” *BLAM* *THUD*

“HOMPH HURMPF OH GOD YES HURMPH GLOMPF DELICIOUS HURMPH CARPETING HOMPH HOMF CAT HAIR HURMF TOENAIL CLIPPINGS HOLMPH”

No, Jack, most smart people figure out that the fundamentalist version of God is an enormous fucking asshole and that fundamentalist beliefs are absolutely ridiculous, and figure out some other, far more rational way to either believe or not believe in some form of deity, Christian or otherwise.


Moral of the story? It’s okay to kill fundamentalists — they want you to!

It really is scary that the only real way to get certain people to be decent human beings and not just randomly kill people is to threaten them with eternal fire for misbehaving and then carrot-stick them with immeasurable riches for not being a complete dick to everyone they meet. Perhaps such religious beliefs are necessary — the last and most effective resort for dealing with fucked up people incapable of calibrating their own consciences or recognizing compassion and empathy — but it’s really fucking sad that they are.

62 thoughts on “Chick Dissection | The Thief”

  1. I am glad you touched on the circular reasoning behind many fundie arguments. I do not find “because the bible says so” to be a valid argument, and I am always surprised when others do.

  2. “I fear God, NOT YOU!”

    If God is apparently all loving and will bestow unlimited power and riches upon that guy when he dies, what possible reason is there to fear him?

    …Oh yeah, I remember; this interpretation of God is a dick.

  3. I was dissaponted in this track. No Fang!…unless you where right and that toothless rat-tailed dog was really Fang having a bad day…

  4. @Green Spanner:

    We should fear God (Matthew 10:28)
    We should love God (Matthew 22:37)
    There is no fear in love (1 John 4:18)

    I love this “rule of three”, a very nice example how the bible regularly contradicts itself.

    source: http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~slocks/babble.html

    Nice work as always, Jabberwock. But no Fang, no stereotype rabbies or muslims, no Flintstone theories, no homophobic shit, one of Jack’s weaker tracts !

  5. The “I fear God, not you” thing makes me think that Jack is conflating one of the more archaic terms in the Bible, i.e., the fear of God being a healthy thing. In this case, it’s my understanding that “fear” is more likely respect mingled with awe and piety, not the Macaulay Culkin-cheek grabbing fear that Chick puts in his tracts.

    Even so, though, the phrase “I fear God, not you” is kind of a Freudian slip on his part, no?

  6. As I said in the The “Assignment” comments, many of the dreadfull aspects of God were transfered to\revaled to be of Satan\Mastema, therfore Chick worships Satan.

  7. 1.So if the point of life is to be a good person and accept Jesus as our savior so we can be rewarded in heaven, why is it that every fundie I see on TV is rich in this life? Why do a lot of them teach their sheep how to get rich in this life? Why don’t all just drink the Koolaid and take themselves out of our misery?

    2.And what is the thief so worried about? According to the other Chick Tracts uttering the magic words can wait for a presto-chango deathbed conversion. In Chick’s world even the most hardened criminal can get into heaven if he accepts Jesus on his death bed — one moment muttering the fundy magic words makes up for a lifetime of rape, murder, and stealing.

    3.I wonder if Chick ever reads Roger Ebert? This story contains the fallacy of the talking killer — just in reverse. Instead of babbling on and on about his plans for world domination, giving James Bond the chance to come up with a clever escape plan, this idiot thief gives the fundy time to blab on and on abou7t heaven’s plans for world domination allowing the fundy time to think of how to talk his way out of it. In reality, the thief would have shot the jerk right there in like the sixth panel when he comes blundering into the room.

    4.What the hell is that guy using for a weapon anyway? A caulking gun? That doesn’t look like any gun I’ve ever seen. It looks like he cobbled it together from a salt shaker and legos.

  8. Y’know, I think this is the first time I’ve ever read something and literally done the whole cartoony “slap-the-forehead-in frustration” thing. When the guy ASKS the robber to kill him? Yeah, that sent my palm right up to the ol’ cranium.

  9. Now where’s the panel where the guy pleads, “But aren’t you going to kill me now? I mean, I’m all ready to go!” This one deifies belief! Christ Himself would be slapping His forehead, saying, “Are these people SERIOUS???”
    The Burglar’s Cat is kind of interesting, what kind of robber takes his PET with him? Is he some kind of Cat Burglar (sorry!)?
    Half the fun is just the plain idiocy of the thing, including the background stuff, the Kid Throwing Groceries out of the Wagon is cute.
    I half expected Christ and Faceless God to stop by for breakfast.

  10. Jack forgot to add the part where joey actually died and was judged by god. It goes like this:
    God- Depart ye cursed to everlasting fire…
    Joey- But I accepted Jesus as my personal lord and Savior!
    God- What? Where did you get the idea that would save you from Hell? I clearly said in the book of revalation that I will only save 144000 people, who “do not defile themselves with women, for they all be virgins” and you totally banged your girlfriend back in high school, so you go to hell. Nya Nya Nya, loser!

  11. Oh, and as for the Angels, Their a bunch of dicks who trip people and make them wash thier hair all day, so they deserve to be servants to some Fundie shithead.

  12. ROFL! You’re right!
    The way the Angels get treated up in heaven explains so much about their behaviour when they’re on Earth!

  13. Check it out, between pages 8 and 9, the house not only paints itself a darker color, but seems to reproduce asexually and cut down the dead tree outside the yard. Plus, it was able to remove a power line from the street, and move it into its own yard. The mutant rat seems to have gnawed away half of the rock’s mass too.

    Seriously. It’s called consistency, Jack. Look it up.

  14. Another great dissection! I loved the South Park reference with the “Oh my God! He killed Kenya!” though there was no follow up “That bastard!” When you think about it, Jesus’ parents were not married and Jesus was raised by a step-dad. does that make him a bastard? Just curious. Anyway, lots of great laughs again! Keep up the great job! I need a good belly laugh once in a while and you always provide!

  15. And what’s this strange little subplot with not!Fang and the cat? Is it a metaphor for the eternal struggle between good and evil, or something like that?

  16. “How in fuck did he fit through that window? It’s like cramming a baked pear through a fax machine.”
    The bible talks about a camel through the eye of a needle, but this is just ridiculous

  17. Question: since we know that atheists and securalists are actually demons in discise (see “somebody goofed”) How do we know that Chick and other funndies aren’t demons trying to keep us from the true faith, which ever one it is?

  18. Seiber: I think it’s actually the rat that represents evil, and he’s playing the cat and the dog against one another, to further his sinister designs.

  19. so.. you break into a guy’s house, and as soon as he wakes up, instead of running… you stay there and berate him for waking up.

    and then, when he agrees that you should kill him, you stand there and talk some more rather than thinking “well this guy’s suicidal, i’ll just let him do it”.

    and THEN, when he offers to make you breakfast “as his last meal”, you sit there in his kitchen and let him make you fucking breakfast, handling knives and hot objects with which he could defend himself from you, and you fucking sit there and eat it.

    and THEN you decide to kill him anyway even though he’s clearly some nutjob the cops won’t listen to anyway.

    anD THEN.. you… argh. when he.. fuck, i’m choking on my own incredulity.

    i think the exchange would go more like this.
    christian dude: *wakes up* good morning!
    burglar dude: OH JESUS *shoots him*
    THE END.

  20. Why in the fuck are you objecting to the angelic servants? Come on, it’s not like his primary audience is allowed to own you-know-who any more. Throw a honky a bone.

  21. PS: Love the last panel of the normal, pre-Jesus-begging panel. Jesus Christ, is that filthy.

    I WANT IT! I WANT IT!
    Yes, yes! Now say you’re a dirty boy!
    I will! I WILL!
    Dirty, DIRTY boy!

    As I said, Jesus Christ.

  22. “I never let a witness live!”
    “Oh… That’s WONDERFUL!

    “Yes! It’s absolutely fucking fantastic that you shot all the witnesses to your other robberies as well! Even though (or should that be ‘especially if’?) they might be unsaved and killing them puts them in Hell! And, on top of that, because you’ve asked for forgiveness, you’re going to go to Heaven!”

    “You’ve caused them to suffer eternal punishment and ruined God’s salvation for them (which, by my religion’s logic, you shouldn’t have done)! So despite the fact that you should be even more deserving of Hell than them, it doesn’t matter, because you accepted Jesus!”

    This is within a belief system that state we’re all going to Hell because of some fruit and a snake – logical fallacies within logical fallacies.

  23. Sorry about the double post.

    “No idea what’s happening to eastern Asia and New Zealand and Australia and Alaska and such on the other side all pressed up against his chest like that.”

    Maybe Chick drew the Earth in that positionb because he has a fetish for koalas and panda bears . . .

    Oh, and look at the second-to-last page:

    Thunderbolt and lightning – very, very frightening!

  24. I think you missed a trick there with the factory second tea cup by the bed. It’s position on the floor and proximity to AirBus Nose might indicate a variety of uses…
    “What’s that your dentures are soaking in?”
    “Why Blood-O-Christ, of course!”

  25. If Fundamentalists are so happy and ready to die because they believe Jesus will reward them with Material goods in heaven, why don’t they commit suicide? Another tract on his website basically said you could hang yourself, but go to heaven as long as you believe in Jesus.

    Anyway, this one had a lot of picture humor.

  26. The Burglar’s Cat is kind of interesting, what kind of robber takes his PET with him? Is he some kind of Cat Burglar (sorry!)?

    It wasn’t his cat, it was Fundie’s cat. The burglar found it in that top drawer, remember? And he stole it because… he’s a Cat Burglar.

    Geez, this tract is definitely more brainless than usual. The simplistic. gee-whiz plots and dialogue, as well as the Cat-And-Dog Hijinx [TM] are ususally traits of his Kiddie Komix, but this one seems to be written for adults. As a result, it combines the worst of both of his sub-genres into one goofy-ass jumble.

  27. I’ve heard that Chick suffered a stroke right after doing Where Is Rabbi Waxman? and his art and tracts show the effects.

    I think this one is intended to be humorous. “Why don’t you give me the high sign when you come to the punch line, so I’ll know when to laugh?”

  28. Funny as always, and I like your theological commentary as well. The discussion of Heaven, both the angel servants and lack of fun sinful pleasures, reminds me of a disturbing statement made by Mike Huckabee– he thinks there will be duck hunting in Heaven. As Jon Stewart put it, is our Heaven actually Duck Hell?

  29. In panel 14, notice how the guy’s nose gets even larger as Joey says “It’s time to DIE!” That’s not his nose, it’s his dick, and he’s getting sexually aroused at the idea of being murdered.

  30. You know, I’m sorry, but I don’t think we’ve reached the point where we can joke about how you fucked my girlfriend while I was away on my space mission yet.

    Baby steps, dude. : P

  31. Hi! Awesome dissection again. Long time reader first time commenter. This one pisses me off I’d say more than the others ‘cos it’s just so not fucking realistic. That’s to be expected from Chick, but come on! I’ve been robbed in my home, had a gun put to my head and had my meager tips from the day before stolen. You do not act calm like that! Chick’s a nutcase. Maybe my hubby and I didn’t act that way ‘cos we’re atheist…Makes sense I suppose. Somehow, though, I don’t think even the most fundamentalist of fundies would really reason that way.

  32. Felis: Thunderbolt and lightning – very, very frightening!

    I get it! Do I get a cookie?

    *sings to self*
    Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Figaro
    Magnifico. I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
    He’s just a poor boy from a poor family.
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come, east go, will you let me go

    *ahem* I’ll stop.

  33. I love the “It’s like cramming a baked pear through a fax machine.” imagery so verrah, verrah much… ^_^

  34. for somebody who’s against homosexuals, jack chick draws very GAY panels, like the panel where joey the robber tells the fundie “take me with you!” to where? the back alley so they can teabag each other?

  35. in any way i dont think anybody who’s about to have their house robbed will react like this. i mean, if this is the case, i kind of feel bad that this man wont even defend himself just because he believes he’ll go to heaven if he lets the robber kill him. but i doubt this will be the case. see, alot of fundies who claim god is love and supposedly are “pro-life” also support the death penalty, the war in iraq, and are staunch opponents of gun controls. heck, just try stepping into any of these people’s lawns and youll get a shotgun in your face. pretty much this makes them as bad as the islamist extremist they hate.

  36. Fundamentalists want people to kill them?/ Just like the Montanist heretics, kill us please!!! We hate this nasty earth that God created, this nasty flesh that Christ gave us, these….you get the picture.

  37. Continuing the Chamber Pot thing, I think that proves how devoid of social contact Chick is. No body pisses in a jar by their bed. They have toilets.

    Interesting note, I read about Chick on Wikipedia, and he is like all the people in the comics he makes. He is stupid, easily frightened, and easily converted. It said he didn’t have a religion, but he married a fundamentalist and her mom converted him. It was that easy. Maybe he believes others are as gullible as he is. Also, since he doesn’t believe in divorce, he is probably forced to listen to her drone on and on.

  38. All I have to say about this is I like the added detail of the thief’s gun having a silencer on it. Dunno why.

  39. Hmm, the guy wants the thief to kill him…wouldn’t that be, oh, I don’t know….Assisted Suicide?! I thought fundies (and probably most of Xtianity in general) were against that kind of thing..

  40. Jesus Christ on a candy cane, the guy in this tract sure likes to smile. Do all fundies smile that much? Do they baptize their kids with botox injections or something?

  41. I have no idea why, or how, but this is the only, the ONLY tract that I like.

    This Chick fellow gives anyone who believes in Jesus a bad name. A REALLY bad name. Then again, he hates me because I’m Roman Catholic, and my Pope rules the world and was the cause of everything bad…(bullshit at it’s finest).

  42. “hey i’m trying to save your neck? too bad cause my great uncle from “gunslinger” could use it!”

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