It will be most interesting to see what will happen if the NZ authorities follow the Australian model of banning gang-patches.
During the fund-raising ride last weekend I counted at least sixty-three patched members of the God-squad.
One could argue that the God Squad don't commit fraud or indulge in illegal activities, therefore their patches are okay.
But, hang about. Don't the God-people offer surcease from stress by encouraging folk to believe in an invisible friend (much like many of us did when children)? Don't they assert that in such belief you will be relieved of.....make your own list here, but don't ask for any guarantees.
Hell's teeth! At least the drug-dealing, patched gangs guarantee surcease from immediate pain and stress, should one choose to indulge in their offerings, such as drugs. So, at least they're fulfilling their obligations under the Consumer Guarantee Act.
But do the God-Squadders (all patched and everything) with, 'Jesus Knows. Jesus saves. Jesus cleans your oil. Jesus moves, trees, cars, cattle, and small children from the path of motorbykilists!'
Don't they say that tithing 10% of your income to help those who are more closely connected to God (ergo the church-leaders) build small empires through which they can get even better connected, on the believer's behalf, to Him upstairs? And thus get the edge with moving all the shit out of the believer's way?
Surely, this is fraud on a grand scale!
So will the authorities pursue patched God-Squadders with the same zeal as they pursue other patched gangs?
I think not. The 'patched' gangs do illegal stuff. Apparently, promoting fairy tales about a God, and fairy tales about the next wonderful investment by Mark Bryers and his ilk, is not illegal stuff. It's just....well, it's just a part of life. Pay your money. Take your chances.
Fair enough. But I paid my money, bought an ounce of dope and took my chances. Now some lawful prick is saying I was 'consumed' by it.
But last week I was 'consumed' by the concept of God. I nearly drove off a hill just for the thrill of having Jesus and God save me.
Funny old world, eh? Peppered with irrationality and seasoned with force.
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