Kevin Myers: The Prods are all girls, the Papes whimpering softies. Don't you long for the old Penal Days?
Instead of sacraments, sin and sacrifice, clergymen now talk of
'hurt, deep offence and wounded feelings'
THE Great Religious War Between the dioceses of Dublin and Canterbury was not so much a storm in a tea cup as a bee fart in a thimble. I have still not found the actual words that could have reduced Archbishop Diarmuid Martin to such a paralysis of grief and weeping. As far as I can see, Rowan Williams of Canterbury had merely remarked that the Irish Church had lost credibility. What? You mean it hasn't?