Chick strikes again! What do I do now?


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Henry said:
Hence my use of "religious evangelist" rather than "Christian." :)
No issues with your terminology or tone, Henry.

My only problem in the matter is with Chick. Your comment just happened to be the one that made me wonder how many people view him as a normal Christian.
 

Angcuru said:
I say we kidnap Jack Chick, tie him up to an electrified cheap metal folding chair, and pay George Carlin to argue with him. Every time JC starts preaching, he gets a shock, starting at 10 volts. Each successive time, the voltage increases by 1, then 2, then 3 (forgot what the mathematical term for this sort of pattern is) until he either drops his shtick or goes unconcious. If he falls unconcious, we rinse with alcohol and repeat.

:cool:

It's a geometric series, of the form V<sub>n</sub>=(n*(n-1))/2 +10, where n is the number of the shock (starting at 1), and V<sub>n</sub> is the voltage of the nth shock.
 

Mercule said:
"Hey, at least we got rid of that Inquisition thingy. Now we only burn witches in effigy."
In the early years of the 16th century, to combat the rising tide of religious unorthodoxy, the Pope gave Cardinal Ximinez of Spain leave to move without let or hindrance throughout the land, in a reign of violence, terror and torture that makes a smashing film. This was the Spanish Inquisition...
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Chapman: Trouble at mill.
Cleveland: Oh no - what kind of trouble?
Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Cleveland: Pardon?
Chapman: One on't cross beams gone owt askew on treadle.
Cleveland: I don't understand what you're saying.
Chapman: [slightly irritatedly and with exaggeratedly clear accent] One of the cross beams has gone out askew on the treadle.
Cleveland: Well what on earth does that mean?
Chapman: *I* don't know - Mr Wentworth just told me to come in here and say that there was trouble at the mill, that's all - I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

[JARRING CHORD]


[The door flies open and Cardinal Ximinez of Spain [Palin] enters, flanked by two junior cardinals. Cardinal Biggles [Jones] has goggles pushed over his forehead. Cardinal Fang [Gilliam] is just Cardinal Fang]

Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise...surprise and fear...fear and surprise.... Our two weapons are fear and surprise...and ruthless efficiency.... Our *three* weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency...and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope.... Our *four*...no... *Amongst* our weapons.... Amongst our weaponry...are such elements as fear, surprise.... I'll come in again.

[The Inquisition exits]

Chapman: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

[JARRING CHORD]


[The cardinals burst in]

Ximinez: NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Amongst our weaponry are such diverse elements as: fear, surprise, ruthless efficiency, an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope, and nice red uniforms - Oh damn!
[To Cardinal Biggles] I can't say it - you'll have to say it.
Biggles: What?
Ximinez: You'll have to say the bit about 'Our chief weapons are ...'
Biggles: [rather horrified]: I couldn't do that...

[Ximinez bundles the cardinals outside again]

Chapman: I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition.

[JARRING CHORD]

[The cardinals enter]

Biggles: Er.... Nobody...um....
Ximinez: Expects...
Biggles: Expects... Nobody expects the...um...the Spanish...um...
Ximinez: Inquisition.
Biggles: I know, I know! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. In fact, those who do expect -
Ximinez: Our chief weapons are...
Biggles: Our chief weapons are...um...er...
Ximinez: Surprise...
Biggles: Surprise and --
Ximinez: Okay, stop. Stop. Stop there - stop there. Stop. Phew! Ah! ... our chief weapons are surprise...blah blah blah. Cardinal, read the charges.
Fang: You are hereby charged that you did on diverse dates commit heresy against the Holy Church. 'My old man said follow the--'
Biggles: That's enough.
[To Cleveland] Now, how do you plead?
Clevelnd: We're innocent.
Ximinez: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

[DIABOLICAL LAUGHTER]

Biggles: We'll soon change your mind about that!

[DIABOLICAL ACTING]

Ximinez: Fear, surprise, and a most ruthless-- [controls himself with a supreme effort] Ooooh! Now, Cardinal -- the rack!

[Biggles produces a plastic-coated dish-drying rack. Ximinez looks at it and clenches his teeth in an effort not to lose control. He hums heavily to cover his anger]

Ximinez: You....Right! Tie her down.

[Fang and Biggles make a pathetic attempt to tie her on to the drying rack]

Ximinez:Right! How do you plead?
Clevelnd: Innocent.
Ximinez: Ha! Right! Cardinal, give the rack [oh dear] give the rack a turn.

[Biggles stands their awkwardly and shrugs his shoulders]

Biggles: I....
Ximinez: [gritting his teeth] I *know*, I know you can't. I didn't want to say anything. I just wanted to try and ignore your crass mistake.
Biggles: I...
Ximinez: It makes it all seem so stupid.
Biggles: Shall I...?
Ximinez: No, just pretend for God's sake. Ha! Ha! Ha!

[Biggles turns an imaginary handle on the side of the dish-rack]

[Cut to them torturing a dear old lady, Marjorie Wilde]

Ximinez: Now, old woman -- you are accused of heresy on three counts -- heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action -- *four* counts. Do you confess?
Wilde: I don't understand what I'm accused of.
Ximinez: Ha! Then we'll make you understand! Biggles! Fetch...THE CUSHIONS!

[JARRING CHORD]

[Biggles holds out two ordinary modern household cushions]

Biggles: Here they are, lord.
Ximinez: Now, old lady -- you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly -- *two* last chances. And you shall be free -- *three* last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance.
Wilde: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ximinez: Right! If that's the way you want it -- Cardinal! Poke her with the soft cushions!

[Biggles carries out this rather pathetic torture]

Ximinez: Confess! Confess! Confess!
Biggles: It doesn't seem to be hurting her, lord.
Ximinez: Have you got all the stuffing up one end?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez [angrily hurling away the cushions]: Hm! She is made of harder stuff! Cardinal Fang! Fetch...THE COMFY CHAIR!

[JARRING CHORD]

[Zoom into Fang's horrified face]

Fang [terrified]: The...Comfy Chair?

[Biggles pushes in a comfy chair -- a really plush one]

Ximinez: So you think you are strong because you can survive the soft cushions. Well, we shall see. Biggles! Put her in the Comfy Chair!

[They roughly push her into the Comfy Chair]

Ximinez [with a cruel leer]: Now -- you will stay in the Comfy Chair until lunch time, with only a cup of coffee at eleven. [aside, to Biggles] Is that really all it is?
Biggles: Yes, lord.
Ximinez: I see. I suppose we make it worse by shouting a lot, do we? Confess, woman. Confess! Confess! Confess! Confess
Biggles: I confess!
Ximinez: Not you!
 

BiggusGeekus@Work said:
Anyway, in regards to D&D, I always get a kick about how Jack Chick claims to have written some of it back in the early days before he found his version of God. But he found God in the late 40s after he served in World War Two (he's kind of old). Gary Gygax would have been about 10 years old. I mean, its incredibly false. This isn't even a question of perspectives, the dates don't match up.

Actually, you've misunderstood. The article about the guy who claimed to have helped write D&D wasn't written by Jack Chick. It was written by somebody else, who claimed to live near Lake Geneva during the 70s. IIRC that person isn't named, and is therefore un-verifyable. But Jack Chick uses this person's claim as "proof" that D&D is evil.

Anyway, it was done rather awkwardly, and was quite confusing. I remember having to look it over several times myself before I understood that.

Duncan
 


Dirigible said:
Is it just me, or does Jack Chick Tracts sound like a digestive aid?

Or a bulk poultry entrail warehouse.
Well after carefull reading of Jacks site I have come to understand two great truths.

1. According to Jack women are evil, and going to cause men trouble. Must find evil woman to get into trouble with

2. According to Jack we are all going to that warm place when we die unless that is we adopt his views on life, and other things. Note to self: stock up on sunblock and asbestos clothing.

Other than that Jack Chick is a major moron. How and why the goverment lets him breath is beyond me. Oh well still want to collect those Chick tracts. Oh I think they were a Digestive aid before he took the name.



*edit for spelling, not that JTC needs proper wording to describe.
 
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Henry said:
For a better description of Jack T. Chick, visit www.chick.com . He is a religious evangelist who preaches his message through cartoon tract books. I don't want this thread to descend yet again down the road of "Chick's an expletive deleted," so the only thing I will say is reading his site will give you a pretty good picture of why most gamers can't stand him.

Thanks, I guess I was way off :) wich is good.

Anyway after reading the first fifty lines on his D&D-is-evil rant and realizing that there were about a thousand more lines I decided to stop reading.

hmm, I think I'm going to read the tracks in NeuroZombie's links.

Sage
 

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