Christian For A Dollar Week: American Christian Fish
Submitted by Holly
It is almost criminal to choose one piece of crap from this collection, as it contains such a world of hurt as a group. However, there is one stream of tackorama on this site that has amused, attracted and sickened me the most. That would have to be the Christian AND patriotic merchandise that seems to scream: “USA Belongs to Jesus!” It also seems to be warning all us non-Americans that the USA, like Christ, will burn you as quick as look at you. My first reaction to the Icthus fish filled in with the red, white, and blue was a laugh, quickly followed by silence, finished off with near tears. (For those of you not boned-up on your Christian art motifs, the Icthus fish is that lame one-line fish we see everywhere, symbolizing both the promise to rise again and the image of Jesus as a provider. The letters in “Icthus” spell out “Jesus Christ, Son of G-d, Saviour” in Greek. There, that makes $20,000 of tuition worthwhile.) On this site, you can get this lovely piece of Americana in pin, magnet and bumper sticker varieties, and, if you act now, you can get all three and nauseate your neighbors in several different ways. (more…)
Submitted by MysteriousPepito
I have been drowning myself in video games, lately. This is quite unusual as I generally try to avoid them. Modern video games tend to nauseate me with the way they move, even the good ones will give me a mild headache. I am having a mild headache right now, actually. I am on break from this one game I found in Brian and Heather’s stack of games. It is called Fable. I am playing it miserably, and suck at quests and all of that shit. But I enjoy the ways you can interact with the other people. I started out being very Good, and people would cheer for me as I walked along. But then, Brian influenced me in terrible ways.
Well, well, well. I think we can all agree that this is just the most darling little stuffed monkey we have ever had the pleasure to gaze upon. It is so colorful and wacky, with its long monkey arms and cute little monkey eyes. But what’s this? Why does it have a cross embroidered upon its little monkey chest, over its darling monkey heart? Why, because it is a CHRISTIAN monkey, sillies! And like all christian things, this monkey is deeply significant in all ways, right down to the colors chosen!
Every little girl loves ponies to a certain extent. Especially those damn My Little Ponies. Many a young girl spent hours grooming and…grooming their little plastic multi-colored ponies. I know I did. But there was always something missing from the experience. Something that just seemed vacant from my many times that I tried to make them have sex to create baby ponies. Possibly a large chunk of my frontal lobe. Or maybe according to this fine little toy, though, it seems all I was missing was God’s message.
Submitted by K’
(With Billy still moving this weekend, XV fills in with this story of terror and degradation like no other)

Rarely has anything ever crossed my eyes that actually makes me step back and wonder if what I saw was the real deal or something that my brain has fabricated in real time to slowly make me think I was going mad. The Bible Bar definitely qualifies as one of those moments. When I took it out of the box, at first mistaking it for a what I figured to be a particularly heavy industrial piece of cement, I had to sit there and stare at it for a good minute before things started to sink in.
Due to a death in the family I found myself feeling not so funny this week, and was going to call off doing a piece. Thankfully, Jeremy cyberstalks me and keeps every little thing I send him… including this angry piece I wrote several years back. 
I don’t think I mentioned it but recently I got a new job that involves me working with people and giving advice about hardware. 
I can’t tell if I’m looking too hard, or if I am just telling myself that to make myself feel better for not looking at all…but there has been very little in the interesting and bizarre to report this weekend. Frankly, I’m a little shocked. This is the first week in a good while that someone or something hasn’t caused me any sort of mental anguish. Perhaps this marks a new beginning. Maybe this is the start of me living life without having to worry about encountering individuals who will cause me to draw upon all the reserves I have to not punch them. Have I seen my last drooling “special” person? Will I never see another 50-something dressed like a 15 year old whore? Is this the end… the end of dog racing?
Are any of the characters in my comics in any way good or decent? I just do not know. I don’t think I would want to meet any of them. 












