Just in time for the start of Holy Week, the self-appointed, self-important blowhard at the head of the so-called "Catholic League" has--yet again--gotten his Opus Dei-approved camel's hair panties in a twist. This time, the object of his outrage is a roughly life-sized sculpture of Jesus done in milk chocolate that was set to be exhibited in a hotel in New York City.
Now I have to admit, as a friend of mine in Left Blogistan has already said, I'm always just a tiny bit suspicious whenever I hear about an artist producing something controversial. It's certainly within the realm of possibility that the artist failed to consider fully the implications of creating a life-sized, anatomically correct nude rendering of Jesus and planning to exhibit it during the holiest week of the Christian church year. It is equally within the realm of possibility (and considerably more likely, in my estimation) that the artist was counting on exactly the reaction he got.
Be that as it may. No less predictable was the outrage of William DonoWho, professional apoplectic where all things Catholic are concerned. (Or at least all things Catholic of which Mr. DonoWho approves, anyway. Funny how he never seems to be all that concerned about people exploiting the poor, stealing from widows and orphans--you know, all that liberal, sentimental, bleeding-heart shit that Jesus Christ actually cared about.) Like a bad penny, DonoWho is the gift that just keeps on giving--even when you wish more than anything else that he'd just shut his hateful piehole and slink away into the obscurity he so richly deserves.
Just as with the artist, though, I am always cynical about the ulterior motives behind any move DonoWho makes. Whenever he pops up on Faux News to spew his venom masquerading as the Gospel truth, I'm sure he gets a surge of donations and subscriptions. The cynic in me cannot help but see a necessary connection between the financial situation at the Catholic League and DonoWho's need to stir the pot a little at the start of a new fiscal quarter.