Apparently, Jesus-Misericordieux on Reunion Island is being flocked by people believing that a miracle has happened, in that the face of Jesus appeared on a Roman Catholic priest’s seat cushion.

     *cough*

     I would expect to find Jesus in the lowest of places…  In the ceiling tile of a seedy hostel, to remind someone of how things “could be.”  Perhaps in the sweat of a beer can, to give hope to the hopeless.

     But is it wrong of me to refuse to believe that he will magically appear under the ass of a hairy, sweaty priest at an aging church in a popular European tourist destination?

     And if the photo here is authentic, I believe that’s one of Johnny Hart’s characters from B.C….

Tip: Sam, the absentee blogitude.com writer

     Anyone who knows me well knows I’m a Bill Withers fan.  And that I think Sting’s one of the most brilliant songwriters and musicians that ever lived.

     So I found this …

     And strangely… it sucked, no thanks to that fucking wannabe Kenny G in the background… I’m guessing that’s the same guy from Synchronicity album, where he added an artistic element with the bizarre and off-topic flourishes… But here, he just fucked up some perfectly good downward-spiral sort of interpretive dissonance…

     Sorry, Sir Sumner — but you need to fire that fuckin’ guy.

     So here’s a damn good version to offset the bullshit above.

     Oh, Hell, yeah!  Isn’t that better?

     In fact … it might even rival Bill Withers …

     But then again, pretty much everything Tunde Baiyewu does sounds “right”…

     When you hear that phrase, ummm … Run.

     Is it any wonder I voted for Mickey Mouse?