Thomas Kinkade has made quite a career for himself peddling juxtapositions of paint and canvas fit only for inclusion in the old Saturday Night Live commercial for the "Hotel-Motel Art Fair." According to this story in the LA Times, however, his business associates don't seem to have done as well and are going after him on fraud charges.
But enough about the litigation - how about drunken* heckling of Siegfried and Roy in Vegas? Relieving oneself on a statue of Pooh, one of a series of incidents of "ritual territory marking" (his term)? Uninvited hands-on aesthetic appreciation of a female admirer? There sure is a lot going on behind those cheesily glowing windows and doorways.
Sorry I can't give this the complete workup but I had to get this out there. No blog is too small to shirk such an opportunity for schadenfreude.
Hat tip to TBogg.
*OK, the article says "allegedly drunken" but mouthing off to a couple of guys in nominal control of tigers suggests a chemically lowered survival instinct of one kind or another.