This painting is on prominent display in the window of a Christian bookstore right next to a prominent exit at my local mall. It ruins my drive home every time I see it as I leave. It makes NO FUCKING SENSE WHATSOEVER. It’s pure rah-rah wear-your-patriotism-on-your-sleeve bullshit with no substance and no true merit. It’s a velvet Elvis. It’s offensive to think that Washington or Lincoln would want anything to do with an administration that trivializes and makes light of war, waging battle on the offense instead of as a defensive last resort, and that would wish to spit upon the civil rights of a significant percentage of the population.
At least it could be worse. Without paying any significant attention to the offending piece, I thought the ghosts over Dubya’s shoulders were Lincoln and either the Virgin Mary or Mother Teresa. Though it’s small consolation, I’m still glad I’m wrong.