I was delighted to learn this afternoon that diplomacy has compelled the Pope to congratulate the Queen of England on her diamond jubilee, and he has chosen to do so by calling her a “noble vision of the role of a Christian monarch“.
It tickles me pink that the political descendant of a regent who tossed papacy out of his realm (if temporarily), established himself as the head-honcho of the homegrown church, and went into warrior-stance against the Roman Catholic church by declaring himself the Defender of The [C. of E.] Faith is being praised by the Bishop of Rome as an exemplary Christian monarch. Say what you will about political correctness, after the Act of Settlement 1701, the vision of the R. C. church patting C of E on the back for jobs well done is as amusing as it is pathetic. It’s like watching the snubbed and excluded children hanging about the playground fence, cheering the winning kid on in a desperate attempt to be included. Had the Catholic church not been a glitteringly rich, power-drunk behemoth enshrining biological ignorance and hatred of god’s own creatures, it would almost have been tragic.
Although, now that I say that with smug satisfaction, as if I were James I and the Glorious Revolution all rolled into one, it occurs to me that this little joke might soon become an ironic memory, because Charles — who has apparently been supporting the reinstation of Catholics to the acenscion line since the last century — is going to become kingy soon. And googling reveals that not only is he open to Catholic successors, he would also, as a final nail to the Anglican-supremacy coffin, prefer to be called the ‘Defender of Faith’, instead of ‘the Faith’. The omission of the article, his PR team presumably believes, will indicate royal approval of Britain’s multiculturalism, for which its more colourful and non-churchy subjects are surely parched.
The idiocy of the privileged is a privilege to behold, of course. But these idiots are expensive.