Some Kind Of Joke?

 

Well yes, yes it is, and the joke's on you, Guardian reader elitocracy of the Church of England. You elected Sarah Mullally to be your next leaderene. Imagine, if you can, Archbishops Ramsey, Temple, Lang et al wondering, in shocked awe, at this risible DEI appointment to Augustine's throne. "No one will take us seriously if we don't ordain womyn priests," sang the chorus. Chortle, and pan to empty pews and litugical dance in an empty church. But someone's not laughing.

That'd be Rev. Alan Griffin, who killed himself after a secret COE report "spread false gossip that he abused children and paid for sex." According to Anglican Ink:

Written by the former head of operations in the diocese, a man since jailed for a £5.2m fraud against the Church, the report contained a toxic mixture of genuine safeguarding concerns and unsubstantiated smears about 42 members of the clergy – including Father Alan.

Mullally apparently saw the report when she was the Bishop Figure of the Diocese of London and took no action. She "didn't read it," claims Anglican Ink. Rev. Robert Thompson ups the ante, "I think the entire diocese has blood on its hands. When Sarah presided at the Eucharist, I felt that the blood of Alan Griffin was on her hands."

Malfeasance, fraud and skulduggery is always despicable, and it's especially despicable in the Church, which is the Mystical Body of Christ, militant on earth, expectant and triumphant in heaven. Whether the risible Mullally will ascend to the COE's top job remains to be seen. Perhaps she'll console zhirself with they/them medals if zhe doesn't.

Your Old Mate,

LSP