If you're of a certain age and are a Protestant, you remember those famous (or famously corny) tracts published by Jack Chick. Fred Carter, the largely-unknown illustrator of those tracts, recently died. I found these wacky pamphlets slightly scary as a kid, but unintentionally hilarious as a teenager. I had a whole bunch of them. Kudos to you, Mr. Carter, for giving me so much entertainment (albeit not in the way you probably intended). As an adult, I actually admire some of the artwork (much of it by the late Mr. Carter). It's well above the comic-book standard of the time. The stories still crack me up. Jack Chick is the prototype for every fire-and-brimstone fundamentalist caricature ever dreamed up in Hollywood, and he hung in there until just a few years ago. I always felt that there was a great American satirical novel to be written about a fictionalized Jack Chick character (like a modern version of Sinclair Lewis' Elmer Gantry). Chick was one of a kind, a true American original.