The thread title ignores all of the good art done on black velvet, particularly the examples which incorporate creeping fluorescent yellow and orange tigers in their vibrant dayglo jungle abodes. Also some of the antique John F Kennedy stuff.
The thread also attacks not only all BV art, but also those who hold it dear and find comfort in it. Many of these people lead drab dreary workaday lives, only finding relaxation by popping the top on a Bud Lite, switching on the television and the black light, and whiling away their time getting a buzz while watching shows about people who are even worse off than them, all the time surrounded by their mass-produced fluorescent cave paintings.
Shame on you Little Hawk, smugly sipping your pinot noir, surrounded by your Star Trek Episode 3 posters and your naughty French Lithographs, listening to the unearthly warblings of Buffy St Marie, composing a snappy comeback to this post while outside the arctic wind howls across the frozen wastes of your glacier-like country.