From the Church Nobody Goes To Anymore — twisted but typical.
What do you expect from a religion made up so some fat king could screw some new chick?
After marching against world poverty yesterday, the bishops of the Anglican Communion repaired to a lavishly decorated marquee at Lambeth Place for a light snack of cold lemon and thyme scented breast of chicken with fresh asparagus and porcini mushroom relish, summer bean and coriander, tomato, basil and mozzarella served with hot minted new potatoes. To follow: dark chocolate and raspberry tart with raspberry ripple ice cream, topped off with coffee and white chocolate raspberries. To drink: Pino Grigio or Shiraz, or cranberry and elderflower fruit punch.
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“You don’t alleviate poverty by starving those who try to lead communities out of it. Hospitality at both Palaces was one way of honouring those who sacrifice much for the sake of their own people [said the Bishop of Croydon.]
“Any non-sneering readers who want to share in this generosity should send their donations to Lambeth Palace to cover the cost of one or more meals provided.”
“Share in this generosity” is bishopspeak for “foot the bill”. The Lambeth Conference is between £1 million and £2 million in the red.
