Maybe it's my inner Susan Sto Helit talking, but it does not make me nauseous or afraid; what it does is make me *angry*.
Angry that some people consider it *art* at all.
Angry that some people can disregard, consciously or not, horrifying faults that they would not forgive from a human artist.
Angry too that someone thought that it was somehow acceptable to use actual art without permission where permission is *obviously* due.