Sunday, 12 February 2012

The march of the religiophobes and the death of British liberty (part 2)

Item the third: the case of Bideford Town Council, of course.

This would seem to tell us just about all we need know about Mr Clive Bone:-
Mr Bone, who ended up leaving the council because of its "refusal to adjust" its prayers policy, said on Friday: "Quite frankly delighted. I'm not surprised, I expected to win.
Yes, he stomped off in a huff, his zeal to serve the folk of Bideford having proved somewhat tepid when it had to compete with the chip on his shoulder. The video clip reveals a stomper off if ever there was one, a true Mr Grumpy whose mission in life is to be a pain in the posterior to those unfairly enjoying more contentment than him.

That clique of "elderly churchgoers" who threaten to monopolize the council: for our Clive this must be a conspiracy. Not just that they constitute Bideford's most civic-minded demographic. And the people he knows - as many as two of them - who decided not to stand for the council because of the prayers: no, they didn't, Clive. Really. Not unless after listening to you they came away with the impression that the prayers take up three quarters of the agenda. They just decided they couldn't be arsed.

Once upon a time we had judges who would have told Mr Bone he was a vexatious litigant who should go away and get a life. Are there any of that breed left?

But small-mindedness is never an impedment to getting the National Secular Society to grind your axe for you. Having to spend a few seconds listening to your colleagues talk to an entity they believe in but you don't: how can any civilized society stand by and permit such a thing?

Behold the nihilism of the NSS. It's not that they want some humanist platitudes mouthed at the start of the council meeting. Their alternative to prayers is just... nothing. And that, surely, is why they never stop going on about the human rights of unbelievers. Just so as to have something to say. So long as believers are stopped from doing what they want to do, something has been accomplished and the nothingness has been kept at bay for a little longer.

For without the human rights talk, what are we left with? Only two possibilities: that we have a Creator, in which case it can't possibly be a bad thing to ask for his blessing on the doings of Bideford Town Council; or that we don't, in which case the prayers are empty words but still doesn't do any harm beyond being a very minor waste of time.

If there is a human right to be shielded from hot air, my employers had better watch out. If I collect together every effusion of mamagementspeak gibberish that has ever landed in my inbox I should be able to sue them for millions.

Lord Carey is dependable in such cases. But when Carey speaks out, you always have to remember that, despite appearances to the contrary, he isn't actually the Archbishop of Canterbury. He retired a decade ago. As we've come to expect, the present incumbent seems to have been unavailable for comment. It being Synodtide, no doubt he was too busy rearranging the deckchairs.

Perhaps His Grace has at least found time to say a prayer for Bideford Town Council. I certainly have. Naturally, though, I would not dream of suggesting that anyone trespass still further on poor Mr Bone's human rights.

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