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Taking aim

Nothing says Easter Sunday like corruption, sex with mistresses, greed, sex with stable hands, jewels, sex with the local whores, murder, sex with one’s relatives, war, and menage-a-many — at the Vatican.

Tomorrow night, “The Borgias,” Showtime’s decadent series about the most decadent bunch to ever hold the power in the Catholic Church — and possibly the most decadent bunch to ever live — returns for season two.

And despite Jeremy Irons’ proclamation (as Pope Alexander) that “We have two faces, my son,” Irons still has but one. Face, that is.

“The many face of Jeremy Irons,” as I called him last season, is of course back, as everyone’s favorite, evil, scowling pope.

For a guy who has more sex than the entire “Jersey Shore” crew, the pope sure is an awfully angry guy.

This season, however, poor, rich Pope Alexander VI does have plenty to be ticked off about.

For starters, enemies of the papacy abound — both clerical and secular — who just don’t understand why Jesus wouldn’t want one man to have all the riches, power and women in the known universe.

And then there’s all that unrest at home, what with his kids and mistresses acting out.

Daughter Lucrezia is still tempting her lusty cardinal brother Cesare, while incurring the wrath of her hot-headed other bro, Juan, now that she’s given birth to a stable-hand’s child. (Good luck with trying to stay alive there, young groom!)

The brothers, at one another’s throats over their father’s love and their sister’s sluttiness, end up in a forbidden, near-death sword fight.

Meanwhile, Alexander’s troubled mistress Giulia is disturbed to find that her old lover’s eyes are wandering. (Not to mention other parts of him.) So she fixes it.

After a night of drunken partying, the pope wakes one morning in bed with Giulia and declares that he’s had a dream of “trinity!” Giulia informs him that not only wasn’t it a dream, but it was more of a threesome than a trinity.

Oops.

But Pope Alexander isn’t all bad. In fact, in what he considers a good Christian gesture, he dresses as a peasant and wanders the streets at night with his two lovers to discover the city’s unimaginable poverty.

How does he try to fix it? By putting his mistress in charge of the books of the money-squandering cardinals, that’s how. No mention of anyone looking at his excesses, of course. Like former mayor Rudy Giuliani’s promise to rid us of squeegie guys, the pope says his next big priority is to rid Rome of, yes, pigeons.

Poverty and pigeons, bread and circuses — and so much decadent good fun, it’s positively sinful.