No. J2K1212

Someone better call 1-888-END-SMOG on Jeezie-poo's rear.

Disciple Cindy writes, "This fellow is front and center at the Carmel Mission. I have stared at it for years wondering if that strategically placed cloud was an artist's interpretation of the Holy Ghost. Or maybe the Last Supper was a little heavy on the legumes. Judging from the reaction of His companions, it could be either."

Cindy, just remember: He who smelt it, dealt it. Or in this case, she who smelt it? Cindy? Ahem?

Stinky emanations aside, the stars and moon behind this sleepy, crucified Christ are reminding me that it's getting late and I want to snuggle up with the sandman. And dream of eating five-alarm chili with Jesus.

Brrrt!

Toot toot!