The Birth of the ‘BLOODY IDIOT’
Thousands of years ago, in the time of the Australian Aboriginal Dream Time, a boy child was born. As he grew his parents, grandparents, Uncles and Aunties and others of his clan identified that this boy was different.
He would wander the land collecting shiny shells and stones. He tamed the great Beasts that also wandered this vast land. He painted the Beasts in bright colours of ochre and adorned them with the shiny shells and stones he had collected and at the same time he dressed himself in clothes made of leather studded with bone.
The people of his clan gazed in amazement as he raced across the scorched earth on the back of his Giant Wombat, his long dark hair flowing in the wind screaming ‘I am free, I am free’.
One day the Great Spirit looked down on the lad and declared ‘you are a bloody idiot and will remain this way for the rest of your life’.
And the boy was proud.
As the boy grew into a man he found a woman who was also different. They in turn also had children and slowly the Bloody Idiot clan spread to Europe and the Americas.
Then as quickly as the Bloody Idiot clan grew they died out. Nobody knew why.
Thousands of years later, in the year of 1955 another boy child was born. As before his parents, grandparents, Uncles and Aunties identified he was different. His father would be heard to say to anyone who would listen ‘my son is a Bloody Idiot’. ‘I swear he is a throwback to the Bloody Idiots of old’.
Again as the boy child grew he started collecting shiny objects. Then in his teen years he discovered the two wheeled beast known as the motorcycle. The boy soon learnt to tame the beast. He also wore cloths of leather and adorned the ‘beast’ with shiny bits and pieces. He grew his hair long covered his body with images of skulls and animals. He would also disappear for days on end. On his return he would declare he had met others with his beliefs.
As time went by and the boy grew more rebellious his community declared ‘he is a Bloody Idiot’.
And the boy was proud.
With the advent of technology the boy, who by now had grown into an old man, met another Bloody Idiot living in Europe. The European Bloody Idiot declared that the old man known as Robin001 was the President and Robin001 declared the European Bloody idiot known as Polssken, the Vice President.
And so it was born, The Bloody Idiots Social Motorcycle Club.
You have been identified as a throwback of the original Bloody Idiot. For this reason you have been chosen to wear the patch of the BLOODY IDIOT SMC. As you sew this patch on your clothes of leather you must chant ‘I am a Bloody Idiot and proud’ three times. You must be prepared to accept the pills prescribed by the Bloody Idiots SMC Social Director. You must read the words of wisdom written by the Secretary. And you must obey the directives of the Sergeant at Arms.
Wear the patch proudly.
The President Vice President
BLOODY IDIOT FOREVER. FOREVER A BLOODY IDIOT