I don’t know whether to cry or laugh…
In Stockton, California, Michael Jackson has supposedly appeared in a tree stump.
Worst. Pareidolia. Ever.
I don’t see Jackson. I don’t see Jesus. I don’t see anyone.
The money quotation, when asked why Jackson would appear in Stockton of all places:
Lady: “To Stockton, Michael Jackson meant more to us than maybe Jesus did to some people. I think they’re both about even; they’re both icons.”
Great… now I have a visual in my head of Jesus moonwalking on water.
(Thanks to SarahH for the link!)