A friend of Barchester, ‘Invicta Veritas’, originally wrote on this thread on Nov 22nd, and has since updated it with the help of ‘Tom Abell’.

More intelligent words were never written (here at least) than these of “The Poor Parson:”
Blame the AbofC all you like, but the net effect of the Apostolic Constitution designed by the Forward in Faith plotters has been to convince the revision committee on women bishops to withdraw the very arrangements which they had agreed the week previously.
Why? This has been a beautiful, and very “Marxian,” coup on the part of the Pope and FIF/UK leadership, for it has wonderfully “heightened the contradictions,” and brought the ever-to-be-desired revolutionary transformation of the Church of England into a sodomite sect managed by priestesses (and their castrated male “running dogs”) appreciably closer, but I do thank +Fulham (and +Ebbsfleet and +Richborough), and commend their examples to +Beverley.
The arrangement, now withdrawn, of the General Synod revision committee would have sufficed to keep many Catholic-minded old dears (both clergy and lay, and maybe even some purple shirts in the vicinity of Chichester and Beverley) in the CofE, with much the same effect as slowly heating the water in which a frog is sitting: they would have been parboiled before they were even aware of it. Priestesses would multiply (like a plague of locusts), flaminicae would appear; soon they would be “ordaining” purported priests as well as priestesses; with the Act of Synod of 1993 gone, orthodox Anglo-Catholics would be confined to their “shrine churches” here and there, facing extinction, if they maintain their principles, or perversion, if they were to allow a new generation of “decorated Protestant” clergy to lead them into the promised Aff Cat land of WO and SS — and given the congregationalist NIMBY attitude of so many Anglo-Catholic laity, and not a few clergy, this would have been a fine way to deal with them. It would have been the ultimate “Swedish solution” (cf. the way the Church of Sweden — or SveK for short [SveK can mean "Svenska Kyrkan" or "Church of Sweden," whele the word "Svek" means "deceit, dissimulation, guile or treachery"] — has dealt with its own opponents of WO and SS over the past 30 years) to the conflicts in the Church of England, adapted to English circumstances and sensibilities. (Cast your eyes upon Sweden, O Catholic-minded Anglicans, and reflect “Sum quod eras; ero quod es; circumdederunt me gemitus mortis.”)
Now, however, all that has all been blown away, as altogether lighter than vanity itself, and the druidical Archtergiversator has been run to ground, to the point that he has must needs prescribe priestesses and flaminicas to the Romans on the basis that “it cannot be proven to have done any harm to the Church.” Surely Benedict the Blessed must smile at this ridiculous piece of poltroonery, as though it were an argument which, even if true (which most manifestly it is not, cf. SveK and TE”C,” those two sisters under the skin), could smuggle WO past the barriers of “quod ubique, quod semper, quod ab omnibus creditum est” (ca. 434) and of Ordinatio Sacerdotalis (1994). But I think that the intent is not to present an argument to Benedict or the Catholic Church at all, but rather an effort on the part of the poor hapless AbC to recover his street cred among the Aff Cat and liberal enragees who will be running, and running down, the CofE for the foreseeable future.
For that is what the rejection of last week’s proposals by the revision committee really manifests, the forthcoming take-over of the CofE by the ecclesiastical counterparts of the Trotskyite “entryists” that wrought such harm upon the Labour Party in the 60s and 70s — and who have outdone their secular counterparts by succeeding where the others failed. Now the poor froggies, instead of expiring like Seneca in the comfort of a warm bath(house), will have “wopersonpriests” and “sadpriests” coming at them with their spiritual blowtorches, and will have to hop, skip and jump as best they can in a general sauve qui peut to avoid their “ministrations.” All that remains is for the FIF/UK remnant in the General Synod is to throw their support to Christina Rees’s NAGgies (anyone remember the “Nursery Action Group” from Oxford in the 60s, and the late Lord Dacre anagrammatizing it into “Nausea Atque Gula?”) and vote for a “single clause measure,” stripping away the illusions of consideration, concern and protection for the froggies, and winding up the now superfluous 1993 “Act of Synod”, PEVs, Options A, B and C, and all that. And let all the people say, Amen.
But it would be churlish to end without praising famous men, heroes known and unknown, sung and unsung. Ratzinger, DiNoia, Schoenborn, yes, yes, but on the other side Hepworth (without whom …) Broadhurst, Burnham, Newton, Barnes, Baker and Kirk, (not to forget Hunwicke the sacerdotal scholar, with flowing fingers and pregnant wits) whose lonely vigils, perilous peregrinations to Rome and Vienna, services as synodsmen, hands raised up to God by day and night, have borne such promising fruit — not least of which may well be to have goaded the Erastian anti-Church to turn on its own in its Zeitgeist-fueled fury, before finally (like an ecclesiastical Ungoliant) turning on itself in its uttermost desolation, and expiring at its own hands. (Oh, for a chorus from Judas Maccabaeus at this point; “see how the conquering hero comes, sound the trumpets, beat the drums” — but perhaps we should reserve all that for Benedict’s visit.)
Strange times, stirring times, delightful times.