It's Thanksgiving!!1

Today is one of the big holidays in America, in which its citizens give thanks to their ancestors, the natives their ancestors fucked over, and optionally God for the fact that their ancestors got to settle in.

For me, it's Thursday.

Even still, today is widely regarded to be an important day in America, frequently used by American Christians as a jumping block for evangelism. If only there was some way of marking the occasion, even though in Scotland the occasion means nothing and as such Thanksgiving tracts are not used.

WHY LOOK AT THIS

I owe my own thanks to my parents for this one, They recently came back from a trip to New York, and they brought back some souvenirs from a tract stand they came across. They also brought back some Hot Tamales and some Cookie Dough bites. Hot Tamales are awesome. Cookie Dough bites, not so much. Take note America. Chocolatey things are NOT your forte.

Anyways.....

You CAN fit everything on a small bit of paper

This has to be the worst title pun I have ever used!

Found this one today in a phonebox outside Debenhams on Argyle st. I've come across Exist's stuff before, but usually on smaller business cards featuring a single word, half a bible verse and a website. This one's a tri-fold. Clearly they have more to say this time, and can't possibly fit it onto the smaller cards. Perhaps they have recieved some revelation, and need more space to express it. Perhaps they wish to speak in complete sentences and paragraphs instead of single words and tiny sentences. Hit the jump for what I am sure will constitute epic prose by Exist's standard.

Heart Trouble

Part of Saturday's bonanza. 

Will it actually provide a real actual cure to heart trouble which isn't some kind of bait-and-switch Jesus related rubbish? Hit the jump to find out

My Title To Heaven

 Oh goodness me. I took a little stoat about town today after work and found no less than EIGHT unique tracts. Most of them were being handed out by the same guy or group of guys, and were pretty much strewn around everywhere. This is one of them.

Hit the jump for the inside

All right. Back for real. Sorry guys

Well there's no two ways about this. I fucked up. Mere days after promising not to abandon the blog without warning, I went and didn't update for two weeks. Mea Culpa. Forgive me O readers for I have sinned. No particularly dramatic reason or anything. I've just had other stuff on my mind.

The GOOD news on the other hand, is that I have a new folder to store my tracts in. Yup. I have enough of the damn things for them to be a space issue now.

RIGHT, BACK TO IT THEN....

I've found this very tract no less than THREE times this past week. In different phone boxes. IT'S A SIGN!

Z OH MY GOD

I think whoever's handing this one out is doing it wrong though. Hit the jump for more.

Cheap Printout

Found in a phonebox on Sauchiehall street.

No jump today. There was nothing printed on the back. I find it weird that these guys have printed their own, better quality tracts, and have their own timeslot on a televangelism channel, but still managed to print something this cheap and half-assed.

The text itself is pretty standard fare, and there's nothing particularly weird to comment on, although interestingly it looks like it's attempting to feed on social insecurity instead of fear of torture. Not that that's any less cheap a shot or anything.

Awesome Judgement in the New Futuristic Kindom (sic)

I can't remember exactly how I came across this one. Judging from the water damage to it, it must have been on a wet bench or something. That's the thing about Glasgow. You leave this stuff out in the open the chances are the rain'll get to it before the target audience does.

Hit the jump for the inside