Some people have no sense of humor. Graphic designer Scott Ritcher has stirred up some self-righteous indignation after creating a tongue-in-cheek painting of former President Bill Clinton titled Saint Clinton which he is selling on t-shirts and lunch boxes from his similarly named website. The folks over at



I prefer these…
Yeah, There was a livejournal icon I couldn’t get enough of. I must have sent it to six or seven people within about 5 minutes.
“Don’t settle for the lesser evil. VOTE CTHULHU 2004!”… hah. Love that reply, too. A little overstated, I think, since it seems to be a minority of Christians who cram their views. Even so, I know more non-christians who treat those around them with little judgement than not. In fact, I know former drug dealers with more compassion than the average Christian I’ve met. You think the obligation of “having to be” Christian has taken away some sincerity in it?
That’s because when confronted with their sad behaviour, your average Christian will have a mental melt-down and get all religious fanatical on your ass.
Actually, I don’t think the average Christian would do that. Most of the ones I encounter regularly are actually bothered when their fellow believers get overly zealous.
Now I will say that when it comes to the average Christian Fundamentalist then it becomes more likely that they’ll go off on your ass.
Sigh. Shipping charges to Europe are too high to buy this one just for fun.
I’m getting an image of St. Clinton talking to that woman at the well…
“So, honey…where’s your husband?”
Indeed, I can see why this would piss off the Fundies. Which is why I’m getting the lunchbox. I work in the burbs, where there are an abundance of Fundie types, and I never miss the chance to annoy, vex, and befuddle them.
that makes me sick…
Speaking of Bill Clinton:
It is opined that Bill Clinton committed racist hate crimes, and I am not free to say anything further about it.
Respectfully Submitted by Andrew Y. Wang, J.D. Candidate
B.S., Summa Cum Laude, 1996
Messiah College, Grantham, PA
Lower Merion High School, Ardmore, PA, 1993
(I can type 90 words per minute, and there are probably thousands of copies on the Internet indicating the content of this post.)
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“If only it were possible to ban invention that bottled up memories so they never got stale and faded.” Off the top of my head—it came from my Lower Merion High School yearbook.
What the hell are you talking about, Wang?