Christians have erupted in a predictable furor over the recent artistic deptiction of their Lord and Savior Jesus Christ as a giant crucified chocolate bar (from what I can tell, they get up in arms over any depiction of Christ that’s not radiating a heavenly halo glow as rendered by Thomas Kinkade, “painter of light”).

Cosimo Cavallaro’s anatomically-correct candy Christ, titled “My Sweet Lord,” was made from almost 200 pounds of dark chocolate. The sculpture is to be displayed in a street-level window at the Roger Smith Hotel’s Lab Gallery on E. 47th St. starting Monday.

“It’s an all-out war on Christianity,” fumed Bill Donohue, president of the Catholic League for Religious and Civil Rights. “They wouldn’t show a depiction of Martin Luther King Jr. with genitals exposed on Martin Luther King Day, and they wouldn’t show Muhammed depicted this way during Ramadan. It’s always Christians, and the timing is deliberate.”

While I applaud Donohue’s provocative off-the-cuff artisic brainstorming (analogies to MLK Jr’s Junk – wtf!?!), I personally find a giant Chocolate Jesus to be an infinitely more appropriate symbol for a religion who currently chooses to celebrate their holiest of holidays by having their kids look for Cadbury eggs hidden by a giant magical bunny. Besides, you could fill the Chocolate Jesus with peanut butter, and effectively disprove all of evolution in the process – that’s two doves with one stone.