I just happened to stumble across this image on Flickr (captured by Brandonschauer, who is in no way being held responsible here on The Glowing Edge for this freaky Warhol-kissing-Jean-Michael-Baptiste piece) and thought that there was no way in hell that I could work out on heavy bags with a pasty face of Jesus drawn all over them.
It’s not so much that it’s Jesus — you know, GOD — it’s more that it’s just such a stupid image of Jesus, he’s all pansy-looking. Not that I know what he looked like IRL, but please. I hate these passive, meek little storybook pictures. When I think of Jesus I think of someone who can kick my ass then take me out for a beer after. Sorry if that doesn’t work for you, but there it is.
Yes, I understand that it’s art, and Andy Worhol (plus Jean Michael Baptiste) art at that. But no.
Just.
No.
And no, you may not send me links to the Jesus-as-boxer painting. I’ve seen it, and I can’t envision this whiteboy Jesus with a back-lit 80s hair-metal hairdo that …precious. OMG, if you take my meaning.
(Now you’re sorry you clicked through to the Jesus-as-boxer link, aren’t you? Aren’t you glad I didn’t stick that one at the top of this post? Count your blessings, people.)
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