This week the neo-con Christians began to threaten abortion clinics in England for the first time. On our part, we formally complained about the primary school head who accused us of maybe abusing or neglecting our children, and suggested to the boys' natural father he send them to a heavy old fashioned Christian boarding school in Oxford. We are having to fight for the safety and good education of our children.
I feel so sorry for Rowan Williams. He is the most saintly man who has sat with me in my living room. But he has a sense of humour too. He even has a son called Pip, who is allowed to wear a T shirt with "Little Devil" written on it. I do not know how he manages to cope with the schism in his church which is surely inevitable now. I am surprised at his wilingnness to chat about such things in the street outside our houses (he used to live next door) about his existential concerns. (We don't live near Lambeth Palace. He has a private home here, for occasional retreats)
On the radio this lunch time an English vicar bemoaned the conservative right that comes from America and is destablising Anglicanism.
I never thought in the twenty first century I would be dealing with primary school teachers peppering their conversation with "Praise the Lord". Not in england anyway.
But we are ruled by messianic mad men with false hot lines to a violent and aggressive God. I worry for all of us if Blair should win another big majority.
The majority have nothing to fear, he said the other day, relating to his plans to take away our freedom under law.
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