Oh are ya now? Well, enjoy the wait chuck. It's gonna be a long haul for you. And while you're waiting, maybe this will amooze ya:

A Roman Miracle! - a poem

A pretty maid, a Protestant, was to a Catholic wed;
To love all Bible truths and tales, quite early she'd been bred,
It sorely grieved her husband's heart that she would not comply,
And join the Mother Church of Rome and heretics deny.

So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good
Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood.
The Mass, the host, the miracles, were made but to deceive;
And transubstantiation, too, she'd never dare believe.

He went to see his clergyman and told him his sad tale.
"My wife is an unbeliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail;
For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion,
To really work a miracle may lead her to conversion."

The priest went with the gentleman -- he thought to gain a prize.
He said "I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes."
So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried,
"The priest has come to dine with us!" "He's welcome" she replied.

And when, at last, the meal was o'er, the priest at once began,
To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man:
The greatness of our Saviour's love, which Christians can't deny.
To give Himself a sacrifice and for our sins to die.

"I will return tomorrow, lass, prepare some bread and wine;
The sacramental miracle will stop your soul's decline."
"I'll bake the bread, " the lady said. "You may" he did reply.
"And when you've seen this miracle, convinced you'll be, say I."

The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless.
The lady asked, "Sir, is it changed?" The priest answered, "Yes".
It's changed from common bread and wine to truly flesh and blood;
Begorra, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!"

So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare.
The lady said unto the priest, "I warn you to take care",
For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter,
But since you have its nature changed, it cannot really matter."

The priest was struck real dumb -- he looked as pale as death.
The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath.
"Bring me my horse!" the priest cried. "This is a cursed home!"
The lady replied, "Begone: t'is you who shares the curse of Rome."

The husband, too, he sat surprised, and not a word did say.
At length he spoke, "My dear, " said he, "the priest has run away;
To gulp such mummery and tripe, I'm not for sure, quite able;
I'll go with you and we'll renounce this Roman Catholic fable."

You musta missed all those posts where I clearly identified the papacy as the antichrist. Contrary to popular opinion, the Gk prefix αντι (anti) does not mean against. It means instead of, in place of, a replacement or equivalent of, on behalf of or in exchange for, etc...but never against. Even the authoritative Oxford English Dictionary gets this wrong, claiming that the prefix anti in Antichrist means against, thus someone who is against Christ. Nope.........a thousand times NO.

We have been conditioned by countless words, such as antifreeze, antiseptic, antimatter, anti-semitic, etc etc, to think in those terms, but this is one of those cases where the original meaning has evolved over time into something else by virtue of common usage in the language that adopted it. Gk has several words meaning against, but αντι is not one of them. If the NT writers wanted to indicate one who opposed Christ, they could have used instead such words as κατάχριστός or εναντιοχριστός.

So it is quite wrong to think of antichrist in terms of someone who openly opposes Christ. There is one more important point to note, however. The correct definitions of αντι as cited above provide uncannily accurate descriptions of the precise nature of the papal office itself. Descriptions that almost any Roman Catholic would recognize and any pope would own.

There's much more I could say, but it's way past my bedtime.