That's My Church!

"All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Church Fuzz nicked them all!"

No, Leicester isn't dead on the landing, but my bloviations here have been found out by the diocese and my parish. (The details are still a bit hazy, but apparently I got quoted by the Secessionists in a letter to the Bishop. Sooper sekret message: thanks for nothing, guys!) According to the wardens who visited me this evening, I will be a topic of discussion at tomorrow night's vestry meeting. Robbo hits the Big Time at last. Wish me luck.

The issue isn't so much content, but the fact that I've been doing pretty much what I'm doing right now without disclosing it to anybody. Fair enough, I suppose, and I intend to come clean.

Man: "It's a fair cop, but Society is to blame."
Detective Parson: "Agreed. We'll be charging them, too."

However, I also said that I intend to keep at it. If I get poked with the soft cushions, so be it. (Yes, I know I'm switching allusions, probably in violation of section tiddly-pom of the Monty Python Riffs Act. But I've finally achieved Bad Boy status. And it feels gooooood!) HOWEVER, just to make perfectly clear that this blog in no way represents the O-fficial opinion of my vestry, my parish, the local clergy, the diocese, anybody else in the ECUSA or my long-lost Uncle Dave who believed in a Constitutional right to free love and government-issued marijuana, I also said that I would tack a disclaimer onto each of my future posts regarding the current trials and tribulations of the Church. I can't think of a better model than the disclaimer that we, er, already have posted over to the right, so I will simply borrow from it:

All opinions expressed on this weblog are those of the authors (and their auditory hallucinations). The authors' opinions do not represent those of their employers, their churches, their dental hygenists or people who think classical opera ought to be staged in modern dress in order to be "relevant" to their audiences. All original material is copyrighted and property of the authors. Don't like our opinions? Get your own damn blog!

Heck, I reckon if no other good comes of getting stood up in the hollow square and forced to confess, at least it might boost traffic a bit.

UPDATE: Just in case you were wondering, full disclosure here dictates that I reveal that my vicar is the Irreverant Arthur Belling and my Church is St. Looney-Up-The-Cream-Bun-And-Jam.

UPDATE DEUX: Still having trouble understanding what I'm up against? Consider this:

UPDATE TROIS: Thankee everybody for your support. As a matter of fact, I don't really expect to get my head plunged in the baptismal font and Communion waifers shoved under my fingernails. And nobody has suggested that I should stop yapping about things here. Instead, it's more a matter of transparancy - if I'm going to be the Parish Crank, then everybody ought to know about it before discussing things around me. As I say, fair enough.

YIPS from Steve: I'll be leading the chant of potbanging protestors outside, chanting

Hey! Hey! Robert Goulet! Don't Send Robbo to the auto de fe