A little Christmas carol to commemorate the
Catholic Herald's cutting its ties with Mary Kenny,
Fr John Zuhlsdorf and Fr Dominic Allain, to complete its transformation into a less intellectual version of
HELLO.
Editor Dan Hitchens can only gasp in amazement, since
from now on its owner, William Cash, is expected to publish more articles of the
I'm not a Catholic but
hey! aren't chasubles cool? variety, together with the probing analysis of Cash's Auntie Doris's postman,
Not many people know who that dame with the baby is on the Christmas stamps, and Cash's old mate Major "Blotto" Smythe-Farquharson-Vodka's
contribution
I've
always been scared of gargoyles since one fell on my head.
The important thing is Cash.
Hark! The Herald's writers sing,
"William Cash, where is thy sting?"
Catholics all sent away:
Father Z and Mary K.
Torkington and Allain too
Now have met their Waterloo.
Holy Smoke and Coppen fled,
Hitchens just a figurehead.
Hark! The Herald's writers sing,
"William Cash, where is thy sting?"
