Offerings for Atheists

Friday night was the baseball game promoting the Minnesota Atheists and American Atheists. The St. Paul Saints became the Mr. Paul Ain’ts for an evening of decent baseball (though the Ain’ts lost) and very silly promotions by the announcer. He joked about Kant. (Yes, really.) Sasquatch ran across the field between innings.

Friendly conversations were had while waiting for the bathroom. Kids had faces painted. Grilled cheese and pizza and hot dogs were eaten. Beer was consumed. The custom jerseys made for the game sold out.

It was generally a success. This apparently made some people unhappy. These were what we found on cars outside the game–only those on public property, of course.

Okay, so that one was in shade as well as being close to sunset.

That’s a little easier to see, if not to look at. Yay, torture porn…or something.

Nothing like a little imperial imagery in your religious tracts.

Or how about a little racism?

All the nastiness aside, I’m not sure why they thought a single tract would make a difference to people who are comfortably out in their atheism and used to dealing with aggressive religion. Or why we’d do anything but laugh when we opened them up.

Still, it was terribly sweet of them to think of us. Or something.


  1. says

    Me: “I have found religion!”
    Friend: “What?”
    Me: “Yeah, someone stuffed it under my winsheild wiper. I guess they didn’t want it anymore.”

  2. Alverant says

    Disgusting. Wonder what would have happened if any pro-Atheist cards were put on people’s windshields.

  3. Amenhotepstein says


    It does appear that poor Mary is the target of some giant cosmic bukkake.

  4. David Hart says

    Pierce@2: “Gotta admit the first verb in that last image fits very well.”

    Yeah, I wish I could remember who it was that phrased it, “The angel said: The Holy Spirit shall come upon thee, and thou shalt conceive a child. And Mary said: Will that work?”

  5. Arancaytar says

    …oops, that’s actually genuine Jack Chick. That guy truly transcends Poe’s Law.

  6. says

    On a related note, I think the cashier at the grocery store told me to “Have a blessed evening” last night. I’m not sure, because I was in a huge hurry (had to get to the Breaking Bad party in time!!!) and I actually started saying “You too” and walking away when she had only yet gotten “Have a–” out yet. I stopped a few feet away and turned around kinda befuddled. I’m not 100% sure what she said, and it would have been VERY uncharacteristic for this grocery store (in fact, I’m pretty sure if she DID say it and I said something to management, she’d never be saying that again..!) It was just — weird. Unexpected.

    But, priorities. Breaking Bad! Had to go. Ah well.

  7. IslandBrewer says

    Hey! Chick tracts are like collector’s items or something. Be sure to put them in a sealed plastic bag to preserve their mint condition! That “Big Daddy” one should be filed in the box right next to the “Little Black Sambo” placemats.

  8. Michael5MacKay says

    I used to love finding Chick Tracts at University. They inspired me to become the athiest I am today

  9. says

    Hey, if you do this theme night again, you could leave a little pile of ash (e.g. “burnt offerings”) on each windshield of all your cars before these jokers come leave more tracts.