RIP Jeeebus. I moved away from Ohio last year to California, land of sun and sin. But I never forgot our time together, twice a day, during my work commute between Cincinnati and Dayton. Each morning you greeted me with arms stretched wide; a loving embrace of warmth and bad design. Each evening you cheered me onward home with a twinkle in your malformed eyes and gruesome gnarled hands. You will be missed.
RIP Jeebus. Perhaps my friend, who visited you at the end of your fiery crucible, said it best: “It stunk of self-righteousness, judgment, and burning plastic.”
He’d get better reception if the right arm was moved back just a tad….oh, and don’t forget to put a was of tinfoil on each hand (yes, I’m showing my age…41 years old LOL).
As most visitors already know, Jeeebus exploded in a ball of fiery anger in the late hours of 6/15/2010. We can only assume that his Dad must have been REALLY pissed at him about something?!
This site therefore is now a memoriam to the great, the mighty, the 62-feet tall bundle of styrofoam that we all came to love as The Big Jeeeb. May he rest in pieces alongside I-75.
PLEASE NOTE: 1) There are more pages than just this first one. Like most blogs, clicking on "older posts" at the bottom of the page will uncover more revelations and reincarnations. 2) Comments are welcomed and encouraged, but it may take Jeeebus' web creationist a little while to moderate them, so please stay patient waiting for them to appear
Highway Star
The
image - the "graven image" if you like - on the right is a statue,
affectionately known by many Cincinnati/Dayton locals as "MC 62ft Jesus",
by others as "Touchdown Jesus", (and by comedian Heywood Banks as
"Big
Butter Jesus")
Located in front of the Solid Rock Church - on the east side of I-75 near the
Monroe exit in Southern Ohio - it has become an modern day icon for many.
For us folks at jeeebus it has become both a thing of beauty and a target of
some ridicule.
"Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain: for the
LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain" [Exodus
20:7]
RIP Jeeebus. I moved away from Ohio last year to California, land of sun and sin. But I never forgot our time together, twice a day, during my work commute between Cincinnati and Dayton. Each morning you greeted me with arms stretched wide; a loving embrace of warmth and bad design. Each evening you cheered me onward home with a twinkle in your malformed eyes and gruesome gnarled hands. You will be missed.
RIP Jeebus. Perhaps my friend, who visited you at the end of your fiery crucible, said it best: “It stunk of self-righteousness, judgment, and burning plastic.”
RIP Jeeebus.
TOUCHDOWN!
At least the local high-school football team will have another venue to practice their field-goal attempts…somewhat of a silver lining…
Holy be-Jeeebus. The end is nigh.
Now that’s an Old Testament style smiting.
He’d get better reception if the right arm was moved back just a tad….oh, and don’t forget to put a was of tinfoil on each hand (yes, I’m showing my age…41 years old LOL).