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	<title>Comments on: Jack Chick and his Weirdness</title>
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		<title>By: PG</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 19:08:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Several years ago I visiting my parents and went with my grandmother to the Super Walmart. We were getting into the checkout line and I realized I&#039;d forgotten something my mother had requested, and dashed off to grab it. I was back in two minutes, and my grandmother, who speaks a little English but reads none, handed me a Chick tract describing Hinduism as human-sacrificing devil worship and asked what it was. I was so furious that I couldn&#039;t marshal enough of her language to explain it to her -- and given her happy outlook on life and where she lives, her conviction that everyone is friendly and kind, I didn&#039;t want to explain it. 

After I calmed down, I had to wonder at what kind of person would keep that particular tract on him in a town where less than 1% of the population could possibly be Hindu. I imagined him as having a jacket like the guys who sell fake watches on Canal Street in New York, with a dozen internal pockets in which to keep his dubious wares, except instead of muttering &quot;Rolex, I got Omega, Cartier,&quot; he mumbles, &quot;Witchcraft, abortion, I got your Dungeons &amp; Dragons...&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Several years ago I visiting my parents and went with my grandmother to the Super Walmart. We were getting into the checkout line and I realized I&#8217;d forgotten something my mother had requested, and dashed off to grab it. I was back in two minutes, and my grandmother, who speaks a little English but reads none, handed me a Chick tract describing Hinduism as human-sacrificing devil worship and asked what it was. I was so furious that I couldn&#8217;t marshal enough of her language to explain it to her &#8212; and given her happy outlook on life and where she lives, her conviction that everyone is friendly and kind, I didn&#8217;t want to explain it. </p>
<p>After I calmed down, I had to wonder at what kind of person would keep that particular tract on him in a town where less than 1% of the population could possibly be Hindu. I imagined him as having a jacket like the guys who sell fake watches on Canal Street in New York, with a dozen internal pockets in which to keep his dubious wares, except instead of muttering &#8220;Rolex, I got Omega, Cartier,&#8221; he mumbles, &#8220;Witchcraft, abortion, I got your Dungeons &amp; Dragons&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: PG</title>
		<link>http://www.cosmictap.com/jack-chick-and-his-weirdness/comment-page-1/#comment-6184</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 17:08:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Several years ago I visiting my parents and went with my grandmother to the Super Walmart. We were getting into the checkout line and I realized I&#039;d forgotten something my mother had requested, and dashed off to grab it. I was back in two minutes, and my grandmother, who speaks a little English but reads none, handed me a Chick tract describing Hinduism as human-sacrificing devil worship and asked what it was. I was so furious that I couldn&#039;t marshal enough of her language to explain it to her -- and given her happy outlook on life and where she lives, her conviction that everyone is friendly and kind, I didn&#039;t want to explain it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After I calmed down, I had to wonder at what kind of person would keep that particular tract on him in a town where less than 1% of the population could possibly be Hindu. I imagined him as having a jacket like the guys who sell fake watches on Canal Street in New York, with a dozen internal pockets in which to keep his dubious wares, except instead of muttering &quot;Rolex, I got Omega, Cartier,&quot; he mumbles, &quot;Witchcraft, abortion, I got your Dungeons &amp; Dragons...&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Several years ago I visiting my parents and went with my grandmother to the Super Walmart. We were getting into the checkout line and I realized I&#8217;d forgotten something my mother had requested, and dashed off to grab it. I was back in two minutes, and my grandmother, who speaks a little English but reads none, handed me a Chick tract describing Hinduism as human-sacrificing devil worship and asked what it was. I was so furious that I couldn&#8217;t marshal enough of her language to explain it to her &#8212; and given her happy outlook on life and where she lives, her conviction that everyone is friendly and kind, I didn&#8217;t want to explain it. </p>
<p>After I calmed down, I had to wonder at what kind of person would keep that particular tract on him in a town where less than 1% of the population could possibly be Hindu. I imagined him as having a jacket like the guys who sell fake watches on Canal Street in New York, with a dozen internal pockets in which to keep his dubious wares, except instead of muttering &#8220;Rolex, I got Omega, Cartier,&#8221; he mumbles, &#8220;Witchcraft, abortion, I got your Dungeons &amp; Dragons&#8230;&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Josh</title>
		<link>http://www.cosmictap.com/jack-chick-and-his-weirdness/comment-page-1/#comment-1952</link>
		<dc:creator>Josh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 10:52:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So the message is -- do drugs, get into heaven. Sounds like a plan...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So the message is &#8212; do drugs, get into heaven. Sounds like a plan&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Josh</title>
		<link>http://www.cosmictap.com/jack-chick-and-his-weirdness/comment-page-1/#comment-6185</link>
		<dc:creator>Josh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 08:52:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So the message is -- do drugs, get into heaven. Sounds like a plan...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So the message is &#8212; do drugs, get into heaven. Sounds like a plan&#8230;</p>
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