Your short reference to the cartoons of Jack Chick overlooks the cultural phenomenon that these little hate-comics have been for many of us who grew up or spent time in the American midwest. In mid-Missouri, where I spent my high school years, we'd collect them and share with friends whenever we found one that was particularly vile (they were bound in small booklets, about 2" X 3"). Like little packets of saccharine-hate, Chick's comics seemed to just be laying around everywhere as we grew up. I don't think anyone has ever drawn more consecutive comic panels completely devoid of humor or compassion. As summaries of the bitterness and fear of fundamentalism, they are unmatched.