Hello, all. I wanted to take the time to address an issue which i have always found to be quite enlightening. So enlightening in fact that i have compiled this step by step explanation as to why we should all throw away our sinful daily lives and give our souls and devote our lives to fanatic christianity. The issue i am addressing is of course those ball-rollicking awesome pamphlets we find lying around in gas stations on a monthly basis. Here i will explain page-by-page exactly what we should learn from reading these awesome comics, provided for us god-fearing americans by those wacky arizonan mormons who without we would not know the pleasures of incestual polygamy. On to the review...

Basically what is being said here is that Death - the mighty reaper himself - is awesome and no matter how much you have worked and appreciated your life that one day he will sneak up on you in all his Blue Oyster glory and poke you in the back at a moment so perfect, so SHOCKING that you will die from it.

Thats right, kids. All our righteousnesses are as filthy rags. That means that everytime you did something righteous and felt proud of it - like when you worked your ass off for eight to sixteen hours a day, seven days a week and gained all those things with the money you made from it like tv's with pictures of people holding each other a gunpoint displayed on them, and pipe tobacco, and fancy sports cars to drive your pre-grieving children and multiple wives to school and work with didn't mean nothin' but SIN in the eyes of our almighty and awesome lord. You should be ashamed of yourself for being so smug and appreciating all the things that you have done for yourself and for others you hard-working, tea-drinking, turtleneck wearing piece of faded leaf.

When you die you shall be nippless, so sayeth the lord. A gigantic Norwayen angel will descend upon you and take you on an utmostly fantastic space-voyage whilst clutching your breast. You will be flabbergasted at the realization that Heaven is not located in a Hooters resteraunt, and that Hell is not being forced to have sex with Richard Simmons on a daily basis. But your flabbergastation here will pale in comparison to the utter bumfuzzlement you feel when -

- you find out that your naked, nippless ass has to wait in the BIGGEST god damned line you have ever seen. You will also be kind of upset when you realize that this angel dude has already given you the judgement supposedly reserved for the lord to make in all his lord-like, reaper employing awesomness. Speaking of the reaper - if me, Alexi Laiho, and Death all got together for a kegger - all your asses would be toast by morning. Anyway - you guys better quit appreciating your accomplishments in life or the lord will open up a book and then ANOTHER book on your ass and that will not be righteous for you. He lost his face in the war - and you don't wanna fuck with that.

It comes as no surprise to me that the lord has to shout at his angel to get him to review your life. After having to tell him what to do that many times i'd imagine that he'd be pretty aggravated. You don't see Death just standing there with his thumb up his ass, do you? Nope - Death's out there pointing at people and getting his chores done and still has enough time left over to pose for album covers. Anyway - in space they have this cool movie screen that doesn't need a ceiling or wall to hang from and you will actually have to sit there for the exact same amount of time that you lived and rewatch every moment while this big angel guy gives you 'the eye' evertime you stroke your stuffed rabbit and look frumpy. Poor ignorant babies. Little do they know that being poopy about your stuffed animals is an ultimate sin and will earn you a stern 'uhhh-huh' sometime in the future.

No! Not THAT story! Damn. That must be the one about the guy who worked at a grocery store in the produce section who chopped up those peppers without washing his hands afterwards and then went out on a date. I'm starting to think twice about this guy, anyway. I mean - i've seen chicks before and contemplated about how NICE! they looked but i never really did it by peering out of a creepy, dirty alleyway. I guess thats how this perv gets his rocks off. This is the part where we find out for sure that being proud of yourself and whispering are ultimate sins punishible by having to hang out with Norwegians. Notice here that 'unmerciful' and 'hypocrisy' are located right next to each other...

That's right, guys. Freedom of thought is not allowed in church at all. You can think about the ball game all you want on your own time - but when your in church you better be a blank slate because gods got this awesome space theatre that can hear your thoughts and will have you saying BUNK! Bunk that!

Yes. Everlasting, fiery torment. That's what's called for in this case. We better nip this whore-mongering, whispering buffoon in the bud by shaving off his nipples and throwing him into a pit of fire that he will stay in FOR EVER. Have any of you guys ever felt fire before? I once burned myself while smoking pipe-tobacco and man... fire hurts! God is so all-knowing that he pretends to need a book to tell him what to do with this guy. It's too bad that the angel accidentally mixed up the book of life with his copy of 'Farenheit 9/11'. Oh well, he wont know - he doesn't have eyes!

Awesome...

Here we see ole' Joe - who not only is one of the best workers but is also a damn fine christian. Joe and that other guy from before have led very similar lives as you can see - but instead of appreciating the things he had he sat around throwing his copies of Farenheit 9/11 on the floor and crying in public. Yes - Joe never took the time to smile and instead spent his time whining about how he's going to hell. Apparently if you constantly talk about how your going to hell you will be granted eternal life just to keep with the trend of merciful hypocrisy. Please people... shake hands with old ladies, share your books with neighbors, and please - please don't think about how nice they look.

There are three (3, A MULTIPLE OF 6! No msg!) things on these pages that stand out to me.
3. - 'Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints'
2. - They put 'precious blood' in bold letters under what to pray for.
1. - Death is awesome.
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