18 Oct 2015

And Then Bishops And Pawns….

So a bunch of Bishops have contacted Mr Cummerbund to say they're very cross with him for not taking a whole hell of a lot more of these 'refugees' into our isles.

I'm guessing these Bishops don't get out much and are probably cloistered in ancient buildings concentrating on prayer and wondering where that damn draught's coming from rather than on Wi-Fi and bandwidth, or lack thereof, so are possibly unaware of the problems Angela the Mekon has unleashed on the good folk of Germany. If they only rely on our MSM they could be excused for believing it's just young mums with crying kids tramping round Europe.


Just a thunk, but doesn't this, and Calais, and Greece, present the perfect chance for all these Bishops and those below and above that rank, to stop insisting others do stuff, get out of their empty churches and go over there, as in days of yore, do some missionary type stuff and start converting all those fellows? Go on boys, give it a go and let us know how it works out for y'all.

It being Sunday an' all, click, enjoy and relax a while.

Here's one of they addendum do-dads from Old Righty. Enjoy.

Quote;  Fred Allen.

"The first time I sang in the church choir; two hundred people changed their religion."


Caratacus said...

Don't know if you've ever read "Shibumi" by Trevanian, but there's a larger than life character by the name of Le Cagot who has a thing or six to say about churchmen in general. Well worth a read ... I remember one episode where a lowly priest had upset Le Cagot; he fixed the unfortunate soul with a less than sympathetic eye and said something along the lines of, "be about your business, little man, lest I place this stick where it will inconvenience the bishop". I've never been able to look at that particular rank of clergyman without smiling ever since.

Mac said...

Duly noted for further reading. Thanks.
Also one more name added to your, "I've never been able to look..." list.

Caratacus said...

You're welcome :-) Trevanian wrote some splendid stuff. He was really an American university don by the name of R.W. Whitaker ... he also wrote one of the best books I have ever read in English (using the pen name Nicholas Seare): Rude Tales and Glorious. A retelling of the Arthurian romances, I made the mistake of reading it on a flight home many years ago and was weeping with laughter as I read of the "Feat of Sir Bohort".