A Woman Bishop? FOCA!
Between the mind numbing nonsense of creation and eternal life, religion is a belly laugh: the Virgin Birth; “The Trinity” – surely the single most ridiculous thing ever ideated; Transubstantiation; Limbo; space travel in a jelleba… the mind boggles. Had the Monty Python Troupe existed some 4000 years ago, it would all have made sense.
Anglicans, in these times of wars and rumours of wars, of earthquakes and hurricanes, of hunger and AIDS, are bickering over the sex of people trained to recollect several consecutive stages of suffering and waft about incense.
The Anglican Church owes its very existence to a piece of skirt. They should restrict the ministry to wenches – the current lot crossdress already and that’s a start.
Cathected by Anne Boleyn, the paphian Henry VIII called on the pope – Clement VII – to annul his betrothal to Catherine of Aragon so that he might make an honest women out of Anni. Eventually Henry took matters completely in his own hand, “knew” Ms Boleyn silly and called the breed The Church of England.
In what can only be considered a cosmic bon mot, the anti female crusade has now organised under the unfortunate acronymn FOCA. And you tell me there’s no God!?
For this lot to frown upon female bishops is a scream.
Every time. Just as I think religion cannot possibly become more idiotic…