Anyway... I've been raised anti-Christian*, but I'm not anti-values. I really do feel like we have to take responsibility for our own behavior, and that following the glamorously named "golden rule" does indeed make the world a better place for everyone. Still, despite my personal vows not to kill other people (at least, not needlessly), I'm still guilty of a giant dose of schadenfreude. Oh, yeah, I love watching people who pretend to be righteous get busted.
Throw on top of that ice-cream base a hot fudge topping of "I can't stand crap art that doesn't make you think" and you'll see why I was thrilled at the following story in the LA Times:
Dark Portrait of a 'Painter of Light'
Thomas Kinkade. While I know people who like him, I wonder why. I cannot stand his stuff.
In sworn testimony and interviews, they recount incidents in which an allegedly drunken Kinkade heckled illusionists Siegfried & Roy in Las Vegas, cursed a former employee's wife who came to his aid when he fell off a barstool, and palmed a startled woman's breasts at a signing party in South Bend, Ind.What's that noise I hear? Is that the air coming out of someone's "I paint with the light of God" statements?
See, I told you that you didn't want to know this about me.
* This passage has been edited, because the original phrasing just wasn't correct, and it was really bothering me.