We like Barack Obama as much as anyone, but this painting from Williamette Week may be pushing O-love a little far: the Junior Senator as a kind of post-baptismal studly-chested Holy Mr D'Arcy who sweats drops of pure magic, set about with instant roses and a little something for the unicorn lobby. Unfortunately, the reason for its existence is rather more mundane than we'd hoped. Still: queue up your serotonin glands for a frenzy of production when your eyes fill with the whole deal:
All I know is this colourscheme is seriously interfering with my working day. I feel like even the *thumbnail* is going to drive traffic away
Is it Jesus? Or is it Aphrodite? The latter is maybe even more awesome.