After the site was "Born Again", I decided to write one final letter to Hot-Rocks Rockney, to thank him for giving me an opportunity to exercise my artistic skills. I never did get a reply, but then again, them born-agains don't usually reply to anyone who is sarcastic. They might get "spiritual cooties"
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Psycho Dave
>To: Ronald Rockney
>Date: Friday, September 04, 1998 10:04 PM
>Subject: Re: Copyright violation
>
>Dear Ron,
>
>I just want to say THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
>
>By threatening me with a lawsuit, you have unleashed my artistic abilities
>which have lain dormant for nearly 10 years. I am now spending all of my
>free time cartooning, making my own ORIGINAL artwork based on Jack Chick's
>art work. Ideas once stuck in my head for ages are now pouring out all over
>my hard disk through the use of my paint programs. The results can be seen
>at my website, which I have recently announced as being "Born Again!" Please
>look at the incomplete "Loved to Death" tract parody.
>
>Rev. Jim Huber has also made a tract parody with his original art -- in full
>color, no less!
>
>I have 3 artists donating original artwork based on Jack Chick's tracts. The
>outpouring of help from total strangers who happened to like my site has
>been uplifting and moving.
>
>What can I ever do to repay you? I thought you were a real bastard for
>threatening blackmail against my employer and threatening a lawsuit, but now
>I want to kiss you on the... uh, well, I'm heterosexual, so let's just say
>that any affection I have is purely man to man, respect, etc...
>
>|________ ___ __ ___ | Email: psycho6@flash.net |
>| /___/ /__ \ / / /__/ / / | |
>| / ___/ \/ /__ / / /__/ | Visit Psycho Dave's Dark |
>| /_____________/___D__A__V__E__ | And Scary Place |
>| http://www.flash.net/~twinkle/psycho/DARK/ |
>
>
Unless I get more mail from Chick or his lawyers, this should be the last installment of this section. It was a pain in the ass to have this happen to me and everyone else involved, but with a little bit of work, we'll be back up to our former glory, and nobody can touch us.
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