Anytime someone drones on about how morally dead our times and society are, I suggest you point them to the 16th Century and “The Tudors.”

Wait a second. I think I was the one moaning about morally dead people in last week's column. Maybe that's why I spent a week watching the first several episodes of Season Two of the Showtime sex-drama “The Tudors.”

The second season debuts Sunday, March 31, at 8 p.m. on Showtime, so get your pantaloons ready.
So far, the series appears to be the same historical romp, mixing a bit of history and drama with lots of scheming and a buttload of nekkid boobs that we grew to love in Season One.

Sadly, gone thus far in Season Two is fan favorite miscreant from Season One, the highly devious and scene-stealing Cardinal Wolsey, played by Sam Neill. He was put out on the ice flow at the end of Season One having played his part in the life and virulent times of Henry VIII. Oddly enough, this did not hurt the show one bit because, hey, at least the boobs and butts are still in full effect.

Mainly, though, small bit characters from Season One have stepped to the fore and look to rock Season Two with just as much scheming, word play and deviousness as Wolsey previously provided.

This expanded cadre of egocentric individuals almost overpowers the story they are so pervasive.

Both Thomas Cromwell and Thomas Boleyn have increased roles, and soon into the first episode, their self-serving actions not only help set the tone for Season Two but keep you wanting to know how their threads will weave into the pattern of the larger story.

And, of course, poor crazy Thomas More is still puttering around batting for the Catholics. But the dude seems to have gone the way of Britney in this season and is becoming convinced he is living in the “end times.”

It can all be very involved and hard to follow, but one thing is for certain: These people needed a book of baby names. It seems everybody is named Thomas.

Then there are the main two harlots themselves, Thomas King Henry VIII and Thomas Anne Boleyn. Man. What a bunch of sluts.

The two have to be among the ugliest people in human history, and I am not talking looks. Me first and only me and how much power comes with it sum up these two, and the series portrays them beautifully.

Like I said, it's hard to keep track of who's who and who's doing what to whom. These pasty Brits all look alike to me. But it must have been some pretty raucous times if even half of what is aired in the series took place as shown.

Because if so, what a bunch of killers and tarts these kings and clergy were.

It would've make a great TV series. Oh, wait .....