NZ charidee cybersquatter fears burning in Hell
There are contradictions in the Bible?!!
A Kiwi cybersquatter has recanted his domain hostage-taking after a Bible-powered epiphany taught him the error of his ways.
Jeff Twigge, of Palmerston North*, North Island, used to see himself as a Robin Hood figure, ransoming domains and donating the proceeds to charity. But now he's issued a public apology for his misdeeds, The Manawatu Standard reports.
A committed Christian, Twigge recently took it upon himself to register www.ozjet.co.nz immediately after Australian charter carrier Oz Jet said it would start running flights via Palmerston North. He then demanded NZ$5,000 from the firm to hand over the domain. When they refused, he asked them to fly a terminally ill child and family to Dreamworld, an Aussie resort.
When later perusing chapter six of Corinthians, he was dismayed that "extortioners" are among the people who cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven™, even if they donate the cash to a good cause.
An ashamed Twigge said: "This all blew up last week. I'm a Christian, but I probably haven't walked the walk. I screwed up."
We thought the Bible was all about charity and stuff? Dammit, someone get Dot Cotton on the blower to sort this one out ASAP. ®
*A "shithole" of a town, according to our inhouse Kiwi, who also says "everyone takes the piss out of Palmerston North, so it's ok". Please address all complaints to Tracey Cooper.
I think he'll be alright...
...i mean after all, the bible is only fictional...
I'm reminded of the old saw...
"The best sound I ever heard out of an accordian was the noise it made when landing atop a banjo in the dumpster."
but on the other hand, I AM a fan of Bela Fleck...
Mine's the slicker with the aquamarine housepaint job and the two CB antennae.
Palmie vs London
Lost too many years of my youth trying to make a go of it in the soul-dead flat emptiness that is Palmie. The horror, the dull, unrelentingly vacant gloom of sport-only tedium and nothing-else-going-on-here-forever: it still haunts and drives me now.
Thank God and Blighty for all things London. Even the sideways sleet and knife-wielding hoodies are more interesting.
The Palmie Stop Sign, where all hope must be abandoned before entry.
(Still, it will ALWAYS be better than Tauranga. And Hamilton.)