So it amazes me that with ex-Pope Benedict's greatest legacy, the Anglican Fraudinariates, growing by leaps and bounds,
|But, luv, which ones are the nuns?|
has so much time to be so very angry and so super sarcastic about everything in the Church he jumped through all kinds of hoops (not nearly enough apparently) to get into so he could leave behind his utterly-null-and-absolutely-void past to be crowned Queen Cunniwicke.
But when I saw those magic words
Oh baby! Well Father D was all over it!
So here's Cunniwicke's latest rant, with Father D's observations in red (just the way Cunniwicke's "admirable Father Zed" does it!):
Why don't people swap roles occasionally? (You know, I thought Cunniwicke was into that! Reynaldo was into "swapping" big time!)
|Say +Arthur, +Martha, +Ethel and +Gladys (you know who you are!),|
now that's a Monsignor!
it's praxis within the rather more rigid post-Vatican II dispensation that I'm curious about. (Do you mean the rigid post-Vatican II dispensation that allowed a bunch of nut jobs unwanted by anyone else to come in with all their facial hair, "wives", make-believe-bishops, and committee-constructed liturgy using the translation of an excommunicated heretical 16th century Archbishop? That rigid post-Vatican II dispensation?)
Well, I think it’s obvious that Reverend Mother Cunniwicke has LOTS and LOTS of free time to wonder about all kinds of things that, if he’d only stayed where was, neither Anglican nor Roman but . . . well Cunniwickian . . . he’d be all set!
Maybe it’s time for the rest of us who kind of like the post-Vatican II Church and our truly beloved Holy Father Pope Francis to facilitate Cunniwicke's return home! Or actually, as they say down at that funny bar where Reynaldo and I used to hang out (but never during Lent) with those strange dancers who talk a lot and walk a lot and even dress a lot like the Fraudinariate: