Hapless, hopeless or just plain unlucky? Is it just me or do we all remember a time when Anglicanism could be used as a synonym for silent compromise or relatively inoffensive muddle? Then, somewhere in the midst of the Bliar years, along came Rowan. And all hell seems to have broken loose. Straight out of central casting, the bearded wonder in sandals, has spent most of his time in office trying to conjure compromises between rabidly homophobic African clerics, mysoginistic ministers and Widdecombe-style defectors and supporters of gay rights and female bishops. We keep getting told how deeply this theological throw-back thinks but the truth is, he's trying to run an organisation that's been hijacked and hung out to dry. So nice one Row - your legacy could be the eventual end of this pointless institution, once and for all. You couldn't do the same for the monarchy while you're at it could you?
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