It looks like possession really is nine points of the law — either that, or Nanette Kinkade is more interested in raking in a whopping $11,000-a-month rent from her dead boor of a husband’s bit o’ fluff, Amy Pinto-Walsh, than she is about preserving the sanctity (or even the image) of her ordained-by-God widowhood: (more…)
We never watched “Dallas” or “Dynasty” or any of those other ’80s prime-time soaps about the rich and undeserving, and the twists, turns and secrets of lives that only writers with a flair for the melodramatic could pull out of their imaginations — and now, with the ongoing Thomas Kinkade Wife-versus-Mistress catfight, we don’t even have to watch that clip of Joan Collins and Linda Evans brawling in a reflecting pool to get a taste of what we missed. (more…)
“Squishy songs that turn Jesus into your boyfriend are not good art. Christian romance novels are not good art. Naked little chubby angels in Christian bookstores are not good art.”
— John Stonestreet, Chuck Colson Center (!)
The one thing Thomas Kinkade’s wife didn’t want (and Thomas Kinkade wouldn’t have wanted), lest the Master of Hype’s ever-so-precious, carefully crafted Christian image be sullied, is what’s happening: Nanette Kinkade’s bid to keep the probate war between herself and challenger-to-the-throne Amy Pinto Walsh seee-krit has been rebuffed, and, for now, at least, the general public will be allowed to observe the ugly fight over Kinkade’s estate. (more…)
Thomas Kinkade’s estranged widow may be able to make Amy Pinto-Walsh shut up, but there isn’t a lot she can do about the Los Gatos Patch’s Sheila Sanchez, who’s been doing a splendid job digging into the lurid past of the un-saintly idol of countless of starry-eyed Christians with questionable taste in home decor and little to no sense of depth perception or perspective.
No surprise this — “acute ethanol and Diazepam intoxication,” or: an overdose of alcohol and Valium.
What’s really sad is an exchange you’ll find in the comments at the link above:
Commenter #1: “But his art lives on, inspite what anyone thinks. There was beautiful pictures in his mind he shared. Sorry to his family, this did not (more…)
We had a feeling Thomas Kinkade’s estranged widow wouldn’t be too thrilled when Amy Pinto-Walsh, who claims to have been The Painter of Hype’s live-in girlfriend, spilled the beans about their relationship, the Kinkades’ separation, and the state of Kinkade’s health at the time of his death.
From the always-in-denial (and usually painfully silly, and often embarrassingly spelling- and punctuation-challenged) Christian Post, which implies that 1) Thomas Kinkade was a righteous True Christian™ for most of his life (so it doesn’t matter how hypocritical his appalling behavior was toward the end of his days), and 2) Kinkade’s brother thinks critics of the Kinkade Kitsch Factory led to (more…)
We don’t know anything other than what we read in the papers — but we can’t imagine why any writer would make up something like this bombshell:
A woman who answered the phone Saturday morning at the Monte Sereno home owned by the late American painter Thomas Kinkade said she was with him when he died Friday. (more…)
Claims to fame: Title tells all: Hack commercial “artist” & Christian hypocrite, who died April 6, 2012, at the age of 54.
Moral apex: After careful consideration, we have to choose the time he took a leak on a Winnie the Pooh statue. FBI investigations and other charges of fraud aside, you really can’t get much lower than peeing on Christopher Robin’s best friend… unless it’s getting busted on a DUI… or grabbing a woman’s boob… or hawking mass-produced, crassly commercial, perspective-crippled “art,” in which the windows of tightly-sealed gingerbread cottages glow with the hellish intensity of a nuclear bomb at the exact moment of fission, and blaming the result on God. (more…)