OMIGOD IT'S JACK CHICK!

 So I was in town with some peeps today, and at about 1 o-clockish on Buchanan Street, we saw a guy with ridiculous hair and beard wielding a sign reading "For what profit a man should he gain the whole world but lose his own soul." Seeing that he was handing out tracts, my first instinct of BACK AWAY FROM THE CRAZY ended up being overridden by my blog-updating urge to go up and ask for one, after I looked at it for about half a second before I couldn't contain myself and found myself yelling "OH MY GOD IT'S JACK CHICK" incredibly loudly.
Slight overreaction I admit, but holy fuck damn it's a fucking Chick Tract I LOVE these things. They are like beautiful little pocket train wrecks of theology. Okay okay I know I covered one of these before at the very start of this blog, but this is TOTALLY different. For starters I'm going to cover the whole thing rather than just highlights, and two it's not a soggy copy which has been penned on.

SO we have some proper Chick coverage today folks. JUMP AWAAAAYYYY!

The crowd might be wrong - Here, follow this crowd.

I can't remember how I got this one. I think it popped up in a phone box or something. The more I do this, the more I grow to really really hate Glasgow's phone boxes. Not so much for the junk I find in them, more for the foul odours. Phone boxes are not urinals you stupid motherfuckers UGH!

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Clipart for Christ

He was able to remove his face at will.

His head could shrink while his body grew to enormous proportions.

He hit the jump for the rest

Making Jack Chick look like ART!

Yippee. A comic tract, as found today on Sauchiehall street. I found this one on the ground, but there were a bunch of preachers with a sketchpad handing out tracts down the road, so I guess it was one of theirs. Most of the stuff I get from them is ENDLESS WORDS, so the comic one here is an exception really. It also contains some atrocious drawing and bizarre use of motion lines.

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Jack Chick's Titanic

Found in 2008, on Bath Street (on the bridge over Queen Street Station)

By no means is this the first religious pamphlet I ever came across in the history of ever, but it is the one which inspired me to start keeping the ones I come across, in the event of finding more gems of hilarity. I have been familiar with the work of Jack Chick for a long time, and it's pretty safe to say that this particular tract - which exploits a major tragedy in a somewhat cynical bid to win souls - is one of Chick's tamer works.

I haven't uploaded all of this one, since it's already freely available on Chick's website, but I HAVE uploaded a couple of pages for reasons which will become evident after the jump.

..... so go ahead and hit the jump