A traveller reaches a town and notices there are two people fastened at height to the outside wall of a Worship Clubhouse, one is dying and the other long dead. A grave is being dug in the Clubyard below. He asks a local standing nearby what has happened and is told:
“A month ago the dead man refused to pay to the Club his grain as tax and then just last week the dying man stole grain from the Club to feed his family.”
And the grave?
“The grave is for every man who pays his tax and who does not steal grain.”
[Raucous laughter erupts at the inn]
Anyway, ... The traveller is just about to continue on his way when the clouds burst and he and the local take shelter in the Worship Clubhouse.
After a few moments being dazzled by the blingtastic splendour of the building’s unexpectedly lavish interior, the traveller notices there is a dying man fastened at height to the inside wall of the Clubhouse, too.
As his eyes adjust to the glare he sees it is a statue of a man frozen in perpetual pain and quite intentionally denied death for all time. He asks the local what particular crime the poor fellow had committed that justified such savage and permanent reminding of it to all who enter the building.
“Him? He is the last guy who dissed the Club.”
[The inn was then raided by Heresy Squad officers and a number of arrests were made]
©2012 John Barrow (Po)
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