You'll notice that the imprint is "Tactless Tracts Propaganda." My roommate and I founded said tract-mill, splitting its offices between our dumpy kitchen table and the downtown GR Kinko's, and actually put together a respectable number of unrespectable, highly sarcastic, rather alienating tracts, which we shoved into every crevice in our vicinity.
Looking back at this puppy, I have mixed feelings. I count no fewer than four theological errors and some of the artwork is pretty rough (although, in my defense, we were going for the "I mimeographed this in a heavily fumed apartment by the light of a single flickering bulb" underground newspaper look).
Since I so often critique the poor theology of others in this space, let me encourage you to click here and take a ride through the mind of Pastor Zach, circa 1997. Then on to the comments section and let's hear your thoughts on I Hope You Die.