And It Makes Its Own Gravy, Too

I love fundamentalists. No, really, I do... they write the best letters in the world. Fundamentalism is like a joke that writes its own punchline (complete with extra hyphens for effect.) However good the original joke is, the cosmic counter-joke always goes one better. I could read this stuff all day.

Bonus: Jack Chick, hoisted on his own petard. |