I was reading the blog, http://www.blog.co.uk/user/frankofyle/ and learning of his difficulties with officials, made me think of this.
In the year 2007, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in
Australia and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and
over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me.
You need to build another Ark and have 2 of every living thing along
with a few good humans.
You have 6 months to build the Ark before I start the unending rain for
40 days and 40 nights".
Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard
- but no Ark.
"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I needed a
building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need
for a sprinkler system. My neighbours claim that I've violated the
neighbourhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding
the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board
for a decision.
Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for the
future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to
clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I told them that the
sea would be coming to us, but they wouldn't listen.
Then I had problems getting the wood. There's a ban on cutting local
trees in order to save an endangered species of bandicoot. I tried to
convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the
bandicoots but no go!
When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued me for
confining wild animals against their will. They said it was cruel and
inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.
Then the local council ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd
conducted an Environmental impact study on your proposed flood.
I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission
on how many indigenous people I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.
The Immigration department is checking the status of most of the people
who want to work and I've even had a letter from Amanda Vanstone asking
about my ethnic background!
The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire
only Union workers with Ark-building experience.
To make matters worse, the Taxation department has seized all my assets,
claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered
species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to
finish this Ark.
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow
stretched across the sky.
Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going to
destroy the world?"
"No," said the Lord. "The Government beat me to it."
