The Moonies, followers of that well-known oxymoron Sun Moon, want to create a one-acre natural burial ground in the village of Stanton Fitzwarren, near Swindon. It’s not just for Moonies; the villagers are welcome, too.
The villagers aren’t happy, of course. The English are not natural-born embracers of change (or even of each other); they are more given to stopping things than making things happen. Count all the campaigns you are aware of. I bet they’re all to stop buy cialis using paypal something.
With what do the villagers take issue, do you suppose? The exotic beliefs and alleged cult practices of the Moonies, of whom Sun Moon himself said: “Looking at the Moonies from the normal, common-sense point of view, we certainly appear to be a bunch of crazy people!”?
No. Nothing so high-octane. In the words of parish councillor Liz Bannister: “It’s because of the parking more than anything.”
How English is that!
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Well, you can see Ms (that reminds me, sufragettes weren’t trying to stop something, were they?) Bannister’s point, can’t you?
I mean, if all those dead people come in their cars, there’ll be no-one to drive them away again, will there? And then where would we be, I ask you. The whole of Stanton Fitzwarren will be a giant scrapyard before you can blink.
No-no-no-no-English-no-no, that’s what I say, go and bury them in your own country where they don’t have cars, you moonies.