Popes! Inquisitions! Chametz! (oh, wait. . .)

I'm supposed to be scouring my house for chametz and getting ready for Monday's ‎seder (10 people! in my house! ack!) and all I can do is sit among the piles of laundry ‎and moan about the stupid Pope. Who isn't even coming to my seder, for that matter. ‎Stupid Pope! Stupid chametz! Grrrr.‎


( What follows is a meandering and tortured discussion of theology, ‎ecclesiology, and pedophilia that you should only click if this is the sort of thing that ‎interests you. )