Madonna Madness

I love the story about the thousands of credulous Catholics in Chicago flocking to an underpass to contemplate a stain resembling the Virgin Mary. I'm not sure what to make of people's willing acceptance of her crusty, sulpherous womb, and I'm a little unwilling to work through the resultant symbolic implications.

But really, I'm not all that interested in this story. She pops up all over the place, on tortillas, fenceposts, reflections in glass, etc. Wherever the superstitious dwell, the Virgin follows. I finally found something to love about the phenomenon, though, in this photo from the Chicago Tribune, which reveals an inspired editorial touch just to the left of the Madonna's dank nether regions:

Its life was brief, as it was almost immediately covered up by something a lot less funny, but somebody, please, buy this unknown contributer a beer!