Nursery Rhyme for Our Time

Heresy Travels Fast!

Rob Bell Produces New Movie

For cryin' out loud...click on the poster so youse guys can read the fine print!

Piranha and Kin

Oh, gentle Piranha
With mouth open wide
In your waters
There's no place to hide
Bite me on the foot
Bite me on the hand
In a matter of seconds I'll be butchered like a dead cow at a hyena convention

Oh, gentle heretic

With mouth open wide

In your waters

There is poison with each tide

Looking for a victim

Looking for your prey

You should look both ways before crossing the street

'Cause you're about to be hit by a mega-ton eighteen-wheeler with a five-point engine, Calvinistic style.

Yesterday's News

Rob Bell Seen Leaving CC Headquarters

This is how it all began...

This is how Calvinistic Cartoons began. This one cartoon of mine, I saw posted on the internet, started me thinking. The rest of the story is told here.

A Science Moment - Hairy Ticks

The Hairy-tick is the common name for the small-brained, spiritually dead apostates that constitute the order Biblitwistinlibertine.
Hairy-ticks are ectoparasites (external parasites), living by hematophagy on the blood of sheep, goats, wolves and occasionally their own kind.
Hairy-ticks are second to none as vectors of spiritual disease, both infectious and toxic.
Hairy-ticks are blood-sucking parasites that are often found in churches as pastors, in Bible studies, on YouTube, or in the Twitters, Facebook and Blogs everywhere where they will rest themselves so as to attach themselves to passing sheep.
It is a common misconception that the Hairy-tick can force himself or herself onto the host. The host has to stop, listen and welcome the animal into their soul. It usually feeds on those sheep who are famished from not feeding on the Word.
Hairy-ticks have a harpoon-like structure in their mouth area, known as a hypostome, that allows them to anchor themselves firmly in place while sucking the life-blood from an individual or a congregation that has been fed on spiritual fast food.
You don't have to be in "twilight" or under a "new moon" to realize that these are the real "vampires" of history.

How it all began

One day, as I was googling with my Amish-built computer, I discovered one of my cartoons I did many an eclipse ago. I decided to either drive off a bridge or update and publish. I chose the latter after weeks of therapy. Using my special Photoshop powers I acquired during a meteor shower in Smallville years ago, I began updating many other cartoons I had in my un-updated brain. I contacted friendly Phil Johnson, who laughed and pointed me in the right direction. (Grace to you, Phil). If you ever find the old versions of my cartoons on the internet...just step away from your computer, get into your car, and drive to a local pharmacy and order a bottle of Milk of Amnesia.