So, I'm working at a Catholic hospital these days, which turns out to be a bonanza for weird art ...
Manic mullet Jesus looking like a minor villain in a king fu movie, busting a gut in the wing of the hospital with all the handicapped children.
This is part of a memo to doctors. It appears to be a cowboy in blackface romancing a gila monster.
Thing I did not now about hospitals until I started working in one - itinerant purveyors of crap camp in our hallway every few weeks to tempt visitors and employees to impulse-buy some ugly crafts and "as seen on TV" products (if anyone wants a Slap-Chop or a drunk parrot wine holder, this is the place).
They also sell this giant nutcracker, which initially appeared to have human teeth crammed between the wooden ones.
Pope Pissyface visits St Charles patients, hopefully to bless them with necks and harelip treatments. He could not be less enthused to be there if he tried.
I'm glad there's a plaque next to this that mentions FDR showing off his polio braces, cause otherwise you'd assume this was just some guy who liked to show his garters to children.