Back when I was knocking doors for Jesus, I used to hand out Chick comics that showed the world ending in the worst way imaginable. He engaged in a particular brand of fear-mongering — as, by extension, did I — and this says he’s dead.
I’m trying to imagine what it’s like for Bro. Jack to meet a God who’s an African American Catholic lesbian with big meaty arms that she throws open to receive him.
And thanks, Mike the Heathen, for passing this along.