Satan for kids, or Get thee behind me, Pikachu!


This children’s book on ritual abuse — a product, no doubt, of the ’80s Satanism scare — is the kind of thing my mom would have sold at her ¨ber-fundamentalist bookstore alongside the Jack Chick tracts and Dungeons and Dragons exposés, so for me it inspires a dull sort of dread rather than surprise or amusement. (Via.)

Even I was kind of incredulous, though, at the Pokemon jeremiad (below) that my friend Michael discovered last week.


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