3 thoughts on “NASCAR Thunder

  1. For years, middle class Americans have tried to distance themselves from their redneck pasts. Unable to afford genuine fine living, they have basked in the radioactive glow of Thomas Kinkade and his candy-coated prints, fighting against admitting that he and his “art” are like the witch who gave Hansel and Gretel candy so she could eat them like boiled pigs.And now he gives you this–this link-back to the sweaty simpleton inside, sort of like saying “this is who you really are, and I’m done putting the glitter in your slug-trail of a life.”Ever the poet of death, Kinkade here masters the form.

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