This is My Body given for you, do this in remembrance of Me

Another pathetic moron has found Jesus in yet another piece of junk food.

Kelly Ramey of Bumfuck, Missouri claims to have found Jesus on The Cross in a bag of Cheetos:
""I looked at that and I thought, 'Oh my that looks like Jesus on the cross.' It was just like wow," she says.


Kelly, you are a sad and deluded little middle-class bean bag who has just used up her two minutes of fame in The Spectacle (Look at the video of this woman...she is so non-descript...plain features...a bovine intelligence...she has a job...she has a family...she is, in short, a plain, very average American with [thank you ACTOR212] which we are inundated...)

What dreary little intelligence could possibly see the physical embodiment of God in a consumer food product? Is this a desperate attempt at synthesizing the diametrically opposed worlds of spirituality and consumerism? Is her life so empty and unsatisfying, in spite of living The American Dream, that she seeks signs from God in a synthetic food product (with no trans fat, so it's healthy!) And what does it say about our media that it would even give an acknowledgement
to such an "event"?

In simpler times, she would have been tried for heresy, forced to recant under torture, her property would have been confiscated and her children would be scorned. There's something to be said for such a course of action.

In the mean time, Kelly is going to store the Cheeto Jesus on The Cross in a safe-deposit box at her local bank. May I suggest that for the monthly service charge of said box Kelly Ramey purchase this book. It is a very difficult and complex read but worth the effort if you are looking for a conversion experience.