More on Chocolate Jesus
It is being stored in an undisclosed secure location. Refrigerated. No respect for Jesus (Naked in chocolate). No respect for chocolate. (refrigerated!)

I am reminded of the year that my sister decorated anatomically correct gingerbread men. That was when I had decided that the anatomically correct, emotionally volatile food assemblage was the desperate stunt of the petulant and puerile adolescent begging for attention. Luckily for my sister, she received neither acclaim nor satisfying public derision. She saw there was no future in alienating the family with displays of vulgarity. Unfortunately for the rest of us, the world is filled with people who are eager to enable this fellow with his confectionary tantrum. Wen can always hope that something goes awry with the refrigerated truck and he is left with a huge pool of chocolate.