Disclaimer: This is part of an unbeliever's reviews of a disturbing but often highly entertaining series of tracts. Two stars is my highest rating, when one of these manages to be entertaining without being completely offensive. For example, Jack Chick did not think Catholics were Christians. They worshipped the wrong "Alexandrian" version of the bible! He believed the Pope was in league with Satan and that the Jesuits were Satan's tools. Read these for fun--but realize that there are sick people in the world who actually believe this stuff. And, if by some chance, there is a hell--that's where all those people are going to end up. They won't meet Jesus there, but they will meet Jack Chick.

This is the story of Charlie, who doesn't believe in Jesus, or at least that Jesus is any different from Buddha or Mohammed. As usual in these tracts, Charlie meets a sudden unexpected death (he's a construction worker). The depiction of Charlie's conversations with an angel while he's waiting for the judgement day to arrive is like nothing I've seen in these tracts before. This one gets the maximum two stars for its creativity. ( )

Your typical Jack Chick cautionary tale. Loud-mouthed heathen brags about not believing in God, dies ironically shortly afterward, goes to Hell, and eventually faces the wages of sin before God on judgement day. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The first half of this tract takes place on a construction site, where Charlie Conners leads a gang of ugly, obnoxious construction workers in a lunch-break discussion on how stupid religion is. They manage to squeeze multiple arguments against the church, the afterlife, and even squeeze in some evil evolution talk to support their arrogant and dismissive attitude towards Christ. "They keep yelling this Jesus garbage!" Charlie goes back to work after his little anti-afterlife tirade only to die - "YAAAAAH" - in a fatal accident (apparently instigated by the grim reaper himself, which seems like cheating) and ironically wake up in Hell.

Your typical Jack Chick cautionary tale. Loud-mouthed heathen brags about not believing in God, dies ironically shortly afterward, goes to Hell, and eventually faces the wages of sin before God on judgment day. Wash, rinse, repeat.

The first half of this tract takes place on a construction site, where Charlie Conners leads a gang of ugly, obnoxious construction workers in a lunch-break discussion on how stupid religion is. They manage to squeeze multiple arguments against the church, the afterlife, and even squeeze in some evil evolution talk to support their arrogant and dismissive attitude towards Christ. "They keep yelling this Jesus garbage!" Charlie goes back to work after his little anti-afterlife tirade only to die in a fatal accident (apparently instigated by the grim reaper himself, which seems like cheating) and ironically wake up in Hell.

The second half of the tract consists of Charlie being visited in Hell by an angel who periodically shows up to rub Charlie's nose in his eternal damnation and explain why all of his ant-religious arguments were so stupid and wrong. You know, in case find yourself in Hell didn't drive the point home. 1000 years and one nuclear holocaust later, judgment day arrives and Charlie stands before The Lord in... you know, judgment... before being cast into the lake of fire for all eternity because he was such a big jerk to God's love. Classic Jack Chick. ( )