Tchotchkees for Christ
I have been known, at times, to exhibit either bad taste or else an unnatural fascination for tacky things. Although I don't suffer nearly so badly as some of our friends, I do have a smallish collection of really tacky nativity scenes that I put out at Christmas time as a sort of atheist's nod to the spirit of the Holidays.
But, when it comes right down to it, I'm really a novice at it, with few standards. I'll even giggle over clichés in snowglobes, and those statues of Jesus in white robes playing soccer with the boys (the link escapes me right now, although I can't really bothered to look for it either).
But behold: The Passion of the Tchochkee. This is quality stuff, not to be missed. Things like crucified-Jesus-lampshades and the Mexican-folk-art portrayal of the Last Supper entirely with mermaids.
How do I know this is quality kitsch? Because I can already hear our friend Gerry — a true connoisseur of the genre — squealing in horrified delight when he sees them.