Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The 2008 Oklahoma Primary Election Jack Chick Tract of the Day!
I honestly don't mind. If I were not a Christian I might. In fact, I suppose it might be against my religion to even vote if I had to do so in a Baptist church.
Today's Primary Election tract: "The Sissy?"
Read "The Sissy?"
OK, I just needed a transition.
Got a major deal in the works. Gettin' paid for two Texas gigs, which will have me hangin' out in north Texas for 10 days and away from the loves of my life.
Hey, it's rodeo, and it's part of rodeo. I know. And it's what I absolutely love doing. Check out cychallenge.com and see the progress. I did this Web site and will be doing all the updates. I'm also doing the publicity.
Sulphur Springs, Texas, is nine hours from the house, and I'm READY to tackle this job. I'm ready to tackle the next one, too, in Denton, Texas. But I'm already missin' my girls.
By the way, ER, we found out two weeks ago that we're expecting a little girl. I love it. While I'd love to have a boy to carry on my name, I'm thrilled to death that I can have a little girl and a way to honor my momma, who died more than eight years ago.
Good news is, my wife has agreed the middle name will be either Dorothy or Beatrice. Or we might go with two middle names: XXXX Dorothy Beatrice.
Here's the kicker. My bride's maternal grandmother's name was Beatrice Dorothy.
See, it's a God thing.
I've known a couple of truckers in my time, and most of the words they used had a little more starch in them.
Except for my uncle, who rarely talks at all and never says anything bad about anybody when he does.
The other thing is, on Super Tuesday this year, I started a post with a scene from this very Tract: the one where the evangelist trucker is drawn as being twice as large as the other two, and lovingly massaging their shoulders.
I just wish I could find that one I love so much, the name of which escapes me but which you provided for me oh so long ago, in which the final panel is the figure of a lone man walking despondently to the fires of hell. Before that, he and God were in a screening room, watching his life pass before them, making God some kind of movie producer, I guess.
I just love Chick Tracts. They are the Goobers and Raisinettes of Christianity.