Terrible picture, I know, sorry.
Hanging on the wall in a Mexican themed restaurant by my house. I come here once a month or so when I’m hungry and too lazy to cook and do the clean up afterwards. The food is good, not great. This place is like a little bit upscaled Filiberto’s. I usually get a quesadilla and a couple tacos, and a breakfast burrito, sometimes a couple enchiladas. My significant other usually gets something different every time we come here. The children get quesadillas and a random menu item. Good place to go, happy to have it in my reserve.
I looked over the last time we were here and saw this picture hanging on the wall. Not sure how I feel about it, but it grabbed me and starting massaging my irony gland and I just had to share it with somebody.
The quintessential American rendering of Jesus. This picture makes me think of eating at my grandma’s house as a kid. Not eating meals, eating anything at all. I couldn’t get a fucking peanut butter sandwich without thanking our blessed creator for the nourishment and yumminess I was about to ingest, and asking him to bless my sandwich. A blessed sandwich? What the fuck?
I really want to further explore this picture, maybe a short story about a far-away civilization that has far-future technology juxtaposed against a feudal society, so they have technological wizards who bless the land for their crops with their genetech and nanotech, and these elite wizards are worshipped like gods – or the offspring thereof – by the agrarian masses…