Why Bring the Last Supper Into It?

In Which I Ponder that Blasphemy at the Olympics

I didn’t mean to, because I was intent on celebrating the fact that my third child is now 18, but I did spend an inordinate amount of time yesterday looking for clips of the Olympic Opening Ceremony in Paris. Of course, you can’t find the bits that everyone is talking about—the tawdry Bacchanal tableau of the Last Supper arranged with a woman and a chil…