This Blog Is Now Over

Great news!!....Thomas Kinkade died. On Good Friday. It is now "holy" Saturday. If he does not rise on Easter Sunday this blog will have ceased of its own accord. I think this will be the first time a blog will have come to an END of natural causes even though the writer didn't die but rather the topic. Now you might say "Can't you still berate his paintings even after his death?" To that question let me ask you another question: what on earth would be the point of that. Or to put it another way, what is it that people say when the assignment has been completed; mission accomplished. I suspect he actually committed suicide so as to become Jesus as much as possible. His sanctity always made my skin crawl. He did a "painting" of Las Vegas from the vantage point of the Hooters hotel and casino. He wore his holiness like a glowing, spinning Chevy hubcap around his neck. He was the light-bringer. He convinced fools he was an artist and bigger fools he was a saint. He was the PT Barnum of shit. His one saving grace was to be a beacon to others of how stupid elderly white Americans are, the generation that gave us Franklin Rooosevelt and his puke-faced dyke Communist wife.