|Oct. 31st, 2007 @ 11:53 pm I hate people who give Chick Tracts out to Trick or Treaters.|
Current Mood: scared
I just came back from trick or treating with Traya. I know I am probably too old for trick or treating, but somebody has to take Traya and I already got a costume. Now, I know most superheroes would simply shake their heads at superheroes who wear their own costumes for Halloween, because it's possibly not the best idea if you want to keep a secret identity, but on the other hand everybody says "Wow! You really do look like Arrowette in that costume!" and I am all like "I KNOOOOOW!"
Of course, I get people who say "Nice Speedy costume!" and those bastards get a dose of the TP arrow all over their house. I tried the bag-of-burning-dog-poo-arrow I invented once and... ahh... let's just say that didn't work as planned. By the way, if the fire department asks you if you know anything about a crazy pyromaniac burning people's houses, YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! Capisce?
But that's not what I wanted to talk about. What I want to talk about is the bastards who give Chick Tracts to kids. No, people, no! Kids don't need to "learn" that dinosaurs were still alive six thousand years ago (at least not outside of Dinosaur Island) or that the Jesuits killed JFK, Buddy Holly and Jesus. Really!
This guy, who looked relatively normal, gave us some candy and some short pamphlet things that looked like comics. So I thought "Cool, comics!" But when I got home I checked them out and... CRAP! CHICK TRACTS! And this one is specially creepy.
You gotta read the rest of this thing!