Or FART for short.

The Anglican church loves nothing better than recognising something as if, by doing so, it has in some magical way diminished the mounting catalogue of human misery accumulating a safe distance from its vicars’ rectories. Other than making clerics feel, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, that they have a purpose in life, it is all gaseous futility.

Here is an example:

Are bishops housing migrants in their palaces? Treating them to a nightly glass of Bristol Cream, perhaps? Erecting hospitality tents in their empty cathedrals? Take a wild guess.