A Short Thought On Ockers

Dior-clad ockers cavorting about inappropriately in the realms of the finally sacred are still just ockers. They might all just as well have been farting about in cork-brimmed hats with coldies in their hands for all the impiety implicit in that display of arrogance. Does public understanding of Christianity not exist anymore in the land of Mary MacKillop and Daniel Mannix? If the Wagga Wagga Strollers were to mount a production of 'The Last Temptation Of Christ', they still couldn't compete with those ockers on Jordan's banks, otherwise known as Australia's cultural elite, for sheer ockerliness.

The once-jolly swagman might soon be looking for a new billabong to camp out by. He might not have read of the fate of Herod Agrippa as recorded in 'The Acts of The Apostles', nor read that most dramatic enactment of it created by Robert Graves in 'Claudius the God', which is something of a pity, really. If he had, he would have known that God will not be mocked.

O Lord, reproach me not for my arrogance. AMDG.