Odds are, most people have probably seen Da Vinci’s masterpiece “The Last Supper” and not thought “Hey! Shouldn’t Jesus be a nude woman?” However, in another classy show of Brooklyn art, those people been proven to be the exception, rather than the rule.Yes, coming from the same Brooklyn Museum of Art that brought us a painting of the Virgin Mary smeared with elephant feces (which does give a significantly less divine explanation as to why she was a virgin for so long), we have more controversy, this time involving photographer Renee Cox’s “Yo Mama’s Last Supper”. Cox’s photographs depict 12 African-American men in the positions of the disciples in Da Vinci’s work, while Cox stands naked in the center in the position of Christ.So, of course, people are furious, and Cox is now in the news, which is enough publicity to keep her making hilariously pointless works of art for decades.What is with people making horrible statements about organized religion? Between “Yo Mama’s Last Supper” and Kevin Smith’s tripefest “Dogma,” I’m practically ready to pick up a Bible and start thumping it.The humor from both comes from the fact that the attempted jabs at Christianity are the worst possible assaults you could formulate. “Yo Mama’s Last Supper” is supposed to say something about the exclusion of women in the Catholic church, when it actually says “Hey lady, put some damn clothes on!” “Dogma” was supposed to make light of problems with the Catholic Church, which apparently had something to do with golf clubs, fecal monsters, Alanis Morrisette and gratuitous swearing, but they’re both off- base. They’re so pathetically uncritical that they give me pride as a Catholic that this is the best people can do. Compared to these hacks, Sinead O’Connor tearing up a picture of the Pope looks like brilliant civil disobedience.To be honest, if the Bible hadn’t already gotten consideration as a sacred text, it would be considered one of the most reviled novels of all time, one which sadistic English teachers would whip out as punishment for a lack of appreciation for A.E. Housman or James Joyce.If the New York Times had a book review for the Bible, it would go something like this: “The Old Testament is utterly derivative from other works, swiping random characters from Hebrew scripture, having them begat others and telling mythical tales of desert survival, snakes tempting women and plague after plague of locusts. “The New Testament on the other hand is standard melodrama, complete with an impossibly pure moral protagonist and his 12 pathetic lackeys that he picks up from the dregs of society. “Critically overlong and lacking in moral ambiguity, the Bible plods to its deus ex machina ending, a pathetic Hollywood tack-on to leave the reader feeling good.”But since people believe it to be gospel, they adhere to it and are then offended by such innocuous buffoons like Cox. My advice: don’t waste your time. Being offended at “Yo Mama’s Last Supper” is kind of like being offended at Shakespeare being performed by Leonardo DiCaprio. Sure, it’s sacrilege, and it’s offensive to the sense of taste, but at the same time, anyone impressed by it is probably equally fascinated at the electric lighting and indoor toilets in the Brooklyn Museum of Art.Cox was quoted in the Chicago Tribune as saying “Why can’t a woman be Christ? We are the givers of life.” I agree, and Jesus might be a woman. It doesn’t say a thing about Jesus not being a black woman, and I certainly disagree with the pictures of Christ in churches around the United States that make him look pretty European for someone born in the Middle East. But I still fail to see the connection between Jesus being a woman and Jesus being naked and showing his genitals to everyone else at the last supper. Though if I were invited over and Jesus started stripping, I assure you it would be my last supper with him. But, since Jesus was not to my knowledge crucified for indecent exposure, I think Cox was going a little too far out into left field.For a Middle Easterner to cause this much commotion, you’d swear Jesus had a bunch of oil fields. Otherwise, it requires a great deal of actual religious fervor to convince people to get upset. So, Cox wins. She got her publicity, she has people angry, and she thinks she’s made a point. But unless that point is “I’m naked and pretending to be Jesus,” I’d say she’s missed it.Is what Cox did art? I can’t tell you. If it’s art, I think I’m switching majors as soon as I get the chance. I can picture my first work. It’s going to be a photo of “Yo Mama’s Last Supper,” except where Cox is standing naked, there will be a velvet painting of Elvis coated in cattle manure and chocolate. Then possibly I’ll urinate on the Mona Lisa for my next work of artistic genius.The bidding will begin at 42 million dollars.Tim Kearns is a junior in political science from Bellevue, Neb.