Chick Tracts, and what to do with them.
I had a Chick Tract. I thought this was hilarious. I showed it to Mike, of course, and got one comment of note: namely, that the Virgin Mary looked like Superman in drag, what with her manly cleft chin. He also thought it was great.
Some people I told, however, had a different reaction to it.
[14:45] Namechangedtoprotecttheinnocent: *shudder* you should've taken it home and BURNED IT.
Well, now. That's not a bad idea.
So, once my phone had finished charging, outside we went, with a bowl of water, my phone, a box of matches, and the infamous Chick Tract.
Kids, don't try this at home.
Here is the tract, as yet innocent of its fate.
The wind caught it just as I took the picture. How dramatic.
But it seemed sort of boring to burn it like this. I considered, briefly, tearing it up to spell "JESUS," but I didn't think I had enough paper for that.
That would have to do. I was reminded, briefly, of when British Columbia MLA Hedy Fry claimed that the issue of racism in the province was so severe that crosses were burning on front lawns in Prince George as she spoke, but clearly, this was my back yard. On the snow so it didn't spread. So I think I'm good.
Lighting a match proved to be difficult. I had intended to try to take a picture of the actual moment of ignition, but this proved nigh-impossible. I placed a lit match under the overlap of paper at the centre of the cross, and waited.
Not bad.
It spread quickly.
A great flood came and washed them away, is it? You wish.
At last, the fire burned out, and nothing remained but a pointing hand of righteousness.
I admit to not being very open to religious literature that comes from a source that tells me that I am going to hell for being queer, something I really never chose to be, no matter how else I may live my life. Also, like I said, I think the art is beyond hideous.
Some people I told, however, had a different reaction to it.
[14:45] Namechangedtoprotecttheinnocent: *shudder* you should've taken it home and BURNED IT.
Well, now. That's not a bad idea.
So, once my phone had finished charging, outside we went, with a bowl of water, my phone, a box of matches, and the infamous Chick Tract.
Kids, don't try this at home.
Here is the tract, as yet innocent of its fate.
The wind caught it just as I took the picture. How dramatic.
But it seemed sort of boring to burn it like this. I considered, briefly, tearing it up to spell "JESUS," but I didn't think I had enough paper for that.
That would have to do. I was reminded, briefly, of when British Columbia MLA Hedy Fry claimed that the issue of racism in the province was so severe that crosses were burning on front lawns in Prince George as she spoke, but clearly, this was my back yard. On the snow so it didn't spread. So I think I'm good.
Lighting a match proved to be difficult. I had intended to try to take a picture of the actual moment of ignition, but this proved nigh-impossible. I placed a lit match under the overlap of paper at the centre of the cross, and waited.
Not bad.
It spread quickly.
A great flood came and washed them away, is it? You wish.
At last, the fire burned out, and nothing remained but a pointing hand of righteousness.
I admit to not being very open to religious literature that comes from a source that tells me that I am going to hell for being queer, something I really never chose to be, no matter how else I may live my life. Also, like I said, I think the art is beyond hideous.