Couldn't happen to a nicer fella.

Burn, motherfucker, burn!

Ruh roh. He's gonna get it.

I thought I'd heard these allegations before. Good. I hope they nail him.

Roughly 10 million Americans have a Kinkade painting at home.
omgwtfbbq!?!?!?!?1111

It says "painting" not print, or lithograph, etc. Is this seriously stating that the man has painted 10 million of these abominantions? Is that physically possible?

I don't care what trash and nonsense they say about Mr. Kincade, his paintings are beautiful and special and the one I won at Bingo last week looks real nice next to my big-eyed child posters and "Footprints on the Beach" framed Hallmark print. I'm gonna get me a black light to put on it.

Miko, don't forget the velvet Elvis painting hanging in your bathroom.

If you shine a black light on certain Kincaid paintings, a faint outline of a pentagram will appear on doors, and Satan himself can be observed in the smoke billowing from the chimney.

It's true.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

I do believe in miracles, I do, I do, I DO!!!

I'll bet Leavenworth looks gorgeous at dusk in midwinter, what with a spun-sugar snowfall blanketing the yard and smoke curling up from the guard towers....

Painter of Shite.

pie: according to an article in Guardian, he creates around a dozen new images a year, which are then digitally photographed and transferred on to a surface that is in turn attached to a canvas. Then "highlight artists" add dashes of colour that give the paintings their special look. He keeps his originals locked in a vault.

Roughly 10 million Americans have a Kinkade painting at home.

translation: approximately 3.3% of america's population have bad taste. jeez, some of the drek you see at the starving artists' shows @ yr local convention center (you know, the place you go to buy a painting that matches the sofa) is better than kinkaide's shit.

serves him right, the fucker.

Sweet.

Painter of Shite.

Thanks, jan, I just did one of those burst-out-laughing-loudly-at-work things that threatens to expose my MeCha addiction. I'll think of you every time I'm in a mall and see that little gold gallery-store with the music wifting out. In my best smooth voice-over voice, I'll intone "Thomas Kincade. Painter of Shite."

translation: approximately 3.3% of america's population have bad taste.

I think it's worse; probably at least 10% of Americans have taste bad enough for his work, but not all of them can afford his products paintings.

redvixen, we have a velvet Elvis in our bedroom. And a mirror Elvis in our bathroom. Do not hate on the Elvii.

Do you think he'd accept a commission? For a painting of a pile of shite, dappled with springtime sunlight?

Hate on Elvis? Heavens, no!!!! Too much talent and timeless classics to hate on Elvis. But I can mock those cheap paintings that barely pass as Elvis likenesses.

I don't care what trash and nonsense they say about Mr. Kincade, his paintings are beautiful and special and the one I won at Bingo last week looks real nice next to my big-eyed child posters and 'Footprints on the Beach' framed Hallmark print. I'm gonna get me a black light to put on it.

How ugly. Not their bad taste, but your (and others') unbridled condescension. There's so many different ways to being a human being. Having good taste is certainly not the most important of them.

damn, kmellis. Calm down and just put it behind the couch before the guests arrive.

Ah. So my being offended at condescending comments towards the masses and their bad taste necessarily implies that I have bad taste?

Well, no it doesn't. I grimace (internally) just as much as many others do when I go into someone's house and see a "Footsteps" poster. But I've been in a lot of houses with them, many of them family, and almost all of their owners are interesting, kind, and valuable people who don't deserve to be sneered at for something as trivial as having bad taste in art or interior decoration.

My mother and her husband have very middlebrow taste—I vividly recall a tense conversation with her husband when I made a condescending comment about dinner theater. The thing is, though, I was being a jerk and I know it. And it wasn't any worse that I said something in front of them than that I thought it, smugly, and probably have said things like it about others behind their backs.

I've been, and am, a member of various groups which tend to see themselves as socially elite and I'm shamed by their snobbery. I won't tolerate it in myself, or the people around me.

Yes, I think you have a Kinkade, and I'm telling you that it's okay to just put it behind the couch.

Either that, or I'm telling you that maybe you've got the wrong end of the stick here, and that while there may be some unbridled condescension in this thread, you might be responsible for a great deal of it.

Either that, or I'm telling you that maybe you've got the wrong end of the stick here, and that while there may be some unbridled condescension in this thread, you might be responsible for a great deal of it.

Or not. As convenient as some may think it might be, telling people not to act like smug assholes is not the same thing as acting like a smug asshole. Particularly not when the person making the complaint has said that he's made the same mistake.

If you don't like someone getting pissed-off at threads and comments making fun of the supposedly ignorant and unwashed masses, then stop defending threads and comments which make fun of the supposedly ignorant and unwashed masses. I had the impression that both you and miko were generous-hearted people. Maybe I was wrong.

*pokes at unwashed masses with pointy stick*