Thomas Kinkade...Urinator of Light.

Some folks are just so target rich that you almost feel guilty for the schadenfrau. Martha Stewart comes to mind falls for that category.

And then…then there’s folks who urinate on Winnie the Pooh, fondle the breasts of complete strangers (without permission), and heckle Siegfried & Roy.

Well maybe that last one isn’t evil in and of itself.

Defrauding the owners of art galleries and treating your employees like scum is though.

Jesus didn’t take a whiz on Pooh or molest women at signings, you twit.

This was worth a chuckle…

and…

“ritual territory marking”? The line forms to the left for those who would like to “ritually mark” some of Mr. Kinkade’s “art”.

I will save an extra helping of scorn for Karen de la Carriere, though.

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Thomas Kinkade is worthy of a pitting. But I have to ax, beagledave . . . have you been drinking?

No, why?

We call him the Painter of Tripe. I suggest a gander Here and here.

“schadenfrau”? So that’s what Martha Stewart is.

Eh…maybe I was drinking.

Schadenfreude indeed.

I like it when he says this about the alleged groping:

“But you’ve got to remember,” he said, “I’m the idol to these women who are there. They sell my work every day, you know. They’re enamored with any attention I would give them. I don’t know what kind of flirting they were trying to do with me. I don’t recall what was going on that night.”

Thomas Kinkade has written (or co-written, or paid ghost writers to write) several novels, too. Our library can hardly keep them in stock – the same crowd who loves the never-ending series of *Left Behind * novels and whichever writer is billed as “The Christian Tom Clancy” goes coo-coo for them.

And locally, we have here and here and here. He’s overdue; that last one is almost three years old.

I thought I’d mentioned in the last thread, but can’t find it, the one redeeming feature of his work: his paintings make damn fine jigsaw puzzles.

Oh, man,Sausage Creature, thank you so much for that link to the Painter of Blight parodies on Something Awful. I’ve had a long weekend of work, and that made me belly laugh, still gut chuckling…

Especially the Ostrich and Bob Ross screaming. Lovely!

Having read one of the Left Behind novels (it was a class assignment), I’ve decided that comparing LaHaye and Jenkins to Clancy is an insult to Clancy. That’s how badly-written these books are.

Ha, thanks Frank for the threads.

elelle, my pleasure.

No, not LaHaye and Jenkins. There’s another writer who is called “The Christian Tom Clancy”… I’ll look for his name tomorrow when I go back into the stacks.

Oh. See, my take on having to read Armageddon was something along the lines of “this is like really, really bad Tom Clancy. Like the stuff I read to kill time on the plane that actually isn’t written by Clancy but is titled ‘Tom Clancy’s Whatever’ and written by some guy I’ve never heard of. But still worse, because the entire idea is even more ludicrious than groups of cyberterrorists.”

Say what you want about the man but me makes great paintings.

[Triumph the Insult Comic Dog]For me to poop on.[/Triumph]

I miss Bob Ross. That man was cool, I don’t care how trite his paintings were. Maybe because unlike Kinkade, he was just totally relaxed and unpretentious. “Happy little trees!”

I wonder if he is related to Rubin Kinkade?

I’d always dismissed him as a purveyor of kitsch art, but pissing on Winnie The Pooh or shouting “Codpiece” at Siegfried & Roy?

That’s performance art, man!

One of the “investigative” TV mags did a story about the Kincaid paintings…he never actually paints most of them…he has a team of artists that do, and he might go by and make one stroke with a brush on each. Some of the works he actually does paint completely, and those sell for much much more.

Kinkaid = Happy to sell you crap paintings so he feels better.
Ross = Happy to show you how to paint so you feel better.