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Absolute power always corrupts absolutely - and helas for all ecclesiastical gentlemen with pointed hats on, this is a universal principle that is valid the whole way round this hopeless planet. The more power is invested in some fruitcake that thinks he is sitting on the centre of the universe, the more the disaster that inevitably follows. Always always. The only exception is the Bishop of Rome and that is because he is surrounded by idiot-proof cardinals and monsignors who put him right when he is being stupid. Alas not so, not so are the witless successors to Augustine who still dine out with the Tories while thinking with the Reds. The reds of the venerabile were a case in point. Like the infamous cataline conspiracy in the time of Cicero, it took us 40 years to get the reds out of that august and venerable institution that Newman so loved, and we are still cleaning up the grey ideological hogwash and dichotomous divide-em-and-rule-em drivel resulting. The later black conspiracy involving a dark Malvoglio like some ridiculous Mithras figure for gay seminarians was even worse. Malvoglio in his burgundy smoking jacket a la Fr Noel Coward, and his worse yellow stockings. So there is no fool like an old fool, and there is nothing as absurd as an old red grandaddy who still thinks he is impressive in the Grauniad with the left-wing sixth form boys. This sort of behaviour should be dealt with by the wifey of the said Fly by Night. St Justin the real martyr - pray for us all in the grand old Church of England. England expects.