What the fuck? That shit just ruined my entire fucking day. People are horrible.

Some time in the late 80s I stumbled across a mint-condition fresh-from-the-print-shop cardboard box containing about 400 Chick Tracts, all different, and bought it for $1.

Clearly this is just Occam’s Kinja account trying to spam-promote his Razors.

I remember that one! It’s terrifying.

Someone needs to tell the crazy baptists that their evangelizing often has the reverse of their intended effect. I was raised by atheist parents who tried to raise me to not be disrespectful of religious people, so they taught me that’s what works for them, and that’s fine, and they’re doing what they think will make…

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My (now non-religious) partner was raised in an evangelical household, but with parents and a minister who took actual Bible study seriously. So he knows the Bible and its contents very well and he gets incredibly frustrated with the modern evangelical movement and their wanton ignorance about the Bible.

“Baydon! Braydon, the words, they’re gone! What am I supposed to do with each new day? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?”

They will starve to death without that big “EAT” sign in the kitchen.

It’s really fascinating. None of it is satirical that I can see—a straight up rendering of literal stories of Genesis. We bought a copy of the book and I’m looking forward to reading it.

I have not, but I am intrigued. Most of my work has been focused on Chick Tracts.

I went to the Seattle Art Museum’s graphic art exhibit and they have R. Crumb’s entire illustrated Book of Genesis on display! Have you seen it?

We just bought a house (Yay!), and we were at Ikea today trying to buy a bed for our kid. Anyway, my husband and I had a pretty good “Oh! Should we buy a bunch of huge clocks for the new house while we’re here?” moment in the Home Decoration section. I think this show has made it into our permanent inside joke reel.

Contract clause saying the owners forfeit the house if they ever remove any of the sayings that have been painted, taped, mounted, or otherwise adhered to the walls.

Yes. Also more time to chug melted Hagen Daas.

Have you seen the term ‘crepey skin’ that is making it’s way into infomercials and other ads? Another thing for me to feel like shit about. I’ve got the trifecta: bat wings, turkey neck, AND crepey skin. I’m f—ed!

Example of a slim, credible male news source:

Sssooo what do the male anchors look like?

“They don’t understand that people don’t watch them because they have no credibility, skills or quality,”