Funnily enough, that exact sentiment appears in basically every one of
his tracts that doesn’t have the happy-hallelujah-sinner’s-prayer ending (and some that do!). Talk like that, and you’ve just bungie-jumped off the moral high ground without a rope :tsktsk:
The list of complaints one can have about Chick is long enough already without stooping to his level:
- inaccurate, slanted, and outright fabricated ‘facts’
- Alberto Riviera (see above)
- takes to extremes the bizarre persecution complex displayed by many American Christians in spite of the fact that the vast majority of Americans are, as it happens, Christian
- terrible art (although he later hired a fairly decent artist)
- ridiculous writing (the one with the gang drive-by – I think there’s only one of those – was vastly improved with every word and sound effect replaced by the word ‘bingo’)
- inane plots that appear to be resolved with a coin-flip deciding whether the protagonist says the sinner’s prayer or spends eternity getting pitchforked in the bum
- can sound more like Robert Anton Wilson than not the moment someone brings up sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, Jesuits, supercomputers, Communists, Islam, homosexuality (the blood-drive AIDS terrorism tract was both horrifying and amusing), roleplaying games, Christian rock (I agree with him here, except I think that it is a conspiracy to make the awful Haugen-Haas hymns you guys sing in church sound good by comparison), and pretty much everything else, possibly including himself
- is very likely sincere, committed, and believes he is doing God’s will, a hat trick that often leads to disastrous results but here fortunately led only to annoying cartoons
- sorry Gottle, he’s a bigot, bigotry does not imply knowledge (it usually walks hand-in-hand with its opposite)