More post-apocalyptic goodness from Jack Chick and Fred Carter. You know the old story: environmental disaster has destroyed the world, and the Healers of the Church of the World Brotherhood, clad in their skin tight uniforms with vaguely phallic headgear, are charged with convincing believers that Jesus was just the son of Joseph the carpenter. Little Bobby, corrupted by the satanic World Brotherhood, rats out his grandfather to the healers, and grandpa is tortured in in something that resembles the “Agonizer Booth” from the Star Trek episode “Mirror, Mirror”. Bobby’s parents flee to a cabin in the woods, where their non-Christian friend Paul rats them out the the Healers. Just as the helicopters descend on the cabin, the rapture occurs.
This tract, like others, shaped (warped?) my young mind. But, darn it, it’s just so sincere and campy that I can’t help but love it. Since post-apocalyptic science fiction is so hot now, someone should make this tract into a movie. It would make a fantastic camp parody of grim and gritty post-apocalyptic SF.
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