With the vernal equinox upon us, the winter of our discontent can now be made summer by this son of baroque.
While I prepare the rhetorical onslaught, pause for a moment to consider what may come of a culture that can successfully promote a remix of Botticelli's Birth of Venus made entirely of toast:
Truly, we Unitedstatesians know which side the bread is buttered on.
This culinario-decorative achievement, on display in the kitschen cabinet of one Robert Ripley (deceased) of San Antonio, comes to my attention by way of Dubious Quality, the aptly named blog of mi amigo, Bill Harris.
Bereave it or not.