A satirical look at the establishment of the first ordinariate

Very funny, Fr. Chadwick (my bolds)

The new Ordinariate was formed from a handful of English clergy who had resigned from the Anglican Communion in 1994, but who were determined not to make any approach to Rome with the Traditional Anglican Communion. The TAC did not have the status of pukka Anglicans, and their bishops did not even attend the right public school. They were not even good golf players. [LOL!] After many years of confidential dialogues, these three ex-Anglican priests, all working as school teachers, were re-ordained and nominated to the Council of the Ordinariate.

For a German-speaking Latin rite country like Ruritania, the new Ordinariate proved to be fascinating news for the local inhabitants, unable to understand the English of the Book of Divine Worship. Progress in pastoral efforts is slowed by the priests having to learn German in order to celebrate the modern Roman rite in the language of the people.

Naturally, TAC clergy and laity living in England, Australia, Canada and the United States are welcome to relocate to Ruritania, where the Imperial Credit Bank is offering subprime mortgages for very expensive houses at astronomic rates of interest. Bishop Jellyfoot is satisfied that this arrangement is a very generous response to the request made by the TAC in 2007.

Upon their arrival at Wurlitzburg Airport, the converts will be confined in the Fortress for the two years needed for the RCIA course. They will be subjected to intense physical training, stringent medical fitness tests and training on the Hyper-G gravitational inertia machine. It is expected that only one in a hundred will make it to reception into the Church. The losers will be expected to maintain mortgage repayments even after their repatriation to their countries of origin.

As for RCIA, here's a look at a real experience of RCIA via an interview with Hilary White in the Remnant via Rorate Caeli.

In 1972, if you did what you were supposed to do and went up to the local parish asking to become Catholic, they put you into the hands of their lay, or worse, sister-led religious education team. I was too young to be “instructed” but I know that she came away having been told that reincarnation was a perfectly acceptable idea for Catholics. A little half-baked Buddhism, a little Jungian psychology, a Carl Rogers-style encounter session or two, and she was ready for Victoria’s Catholic scene. My poor mum never did manage to sort it all out, but went to her death living in the same fog of bewilderment these people instilled in her in the early days of the aftermath of the Vatican II Asteroid.

Spare us, Good Lord. The intense physical training and the Hyper-G gravitational inertia machine would be preferable to that. At least RCIA would make me svelte and capable of riding in a fighter plane.