The Bastard Child of Commercialism

I've been working on my next post, which appropriately has a tie-in with the holidays, and ran across something that relates to the subject, but would take me off-topic if I included it with the upcoming diatribe. Also, I wanted to squeeze in another post to make me look productive. Does that make me some kind of blogging whore…or the pimp?

Anyway, to keep things brief and to the point, especially since I'm doing this during a break at work, I saw the following image in a store window and it literally made my stomach turn. I'm not sure if there is any better example of splicing the tourism of San Francisco with a more grandiose icon of pulp culture and excess (I'm talking to you Michael Bay) than the following Frankenstein offspring of some artist's mind.

"I am Victorian Prime! I've come to Earth to get my picture taken."

Ugh…look away…look away.