Was it patriotism or religion that’s the last refuge of the scoundrel?

It figures.

What does a guy like Jim McGreevey, former Governor of New Jersey who resigned in disgrace nearly three years ago when it was revealed that he had cheated on his wife with a man and that he had tried to appoint his boy-toy to a government position for which he was utterly unqualified (Homeland Security Advisor) and for which he couldn’t get the necessary security clearance because he is not a U.S. citizen, do next? Well, if it’s New Jersey, he could teach ethics. But if that’s unsatisfying, there’s always one other thing he could do.

He could enter the seminary and become an Episcopal priest:

Former Gov. James E. McGreevey has started the process to become a priest in his newly adopted Episcopal faith and has been accepted into a three-year seminary program starting this fall.

McGreevey, who often described himself as a devout Catholic while in public office, was officially received into the Episcopal religion on Sunday, at St. Bartholomew’s Church in Manhattan.

He also has been accepted into the Master of Divinity program at Manhattan’s renowned General Theological Seminary, seminary spokesman Bruce Parker said in a statement this afternoon.

“He has met all of General’s admissions requirements and, as with all students accepted for admission, his application was evaluated by a committee composed of faculty members and several students, along with the Director of Admissions. We look forward to welcoming him as a member of the General Seminary community,” Parker said.

McGreevey also has begun the church’s “discernment” phase that usually precedes any seminary work, said the Rev. Kevin Bean, vicar at St. Bartholomew.

Of course, the most amusing, albeit borderline offensive. take on this comes, as expected, from the New York Post (but what else would one expect from the New York Post?):

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I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Only in New Jersey.

And only the New York Post can be that gleefully, shamelessly crass about it.