THAT'S Baphomet?

While not nearly as aesthetically pleasing (or as amusing) as the Jack Chick tracts from the sixties & seventies, these newer, simplistically-rendered pamphlets have their moments. It's impossible, however, not to miss the Bosch of  Deep-Pile Shag, the Bruegel of the Turtleneck Blazer Combo, in his sado-manic prime, when the word bubbles indicated stern moral certitude, but the art compulsively surrendered to Chick's baroque & seductive visions of hell.  In this more recent tract, good neighbor Ed decides the impending death of Alex & Sally's son in a hospital emergency ward is the perfect time to explain how the ostensibly Christian Masons are actually in the service of the evil Baphomet. This might have been confusing for the couple, but thankfully Ed carries pictures of the goat-god around in his automobile for just such occasions.