Faith-biased apartheid

Off into town on domestic duties first thing this morning, and the first thing I spot is more evidence that the deluded herd gets preferential treatment by our government, both local and national.
I live two streets from a main road, and most of my neighbours are ordinary decent workers. Yet it took until Wednesday evening for the Department of Transport or Ramsey Commissioners staff to grit anything in the area. Even that was only because the bin lorry couldn’t drive in on Wednesday, and the bin workers wouldn’t push the bins 50 metres to the nearest spot the lorry didn’t slide across.
As a result, none of us made work for two days. This because there are no jobs in Ramsey and as we couldn’t move our cars and the buses didn’t run until Wednesday lunchtime we couldn't get to Douglas. By which point most of us had settled for looking after kids because the schools were also closed and anyway, the pavements also being iced up, we couldn’t safely deliver them to relatives elsewhere in town.
But as we’re not public sector workers and actually have consciences, by the time the bins were being picked up and the bin-workers were grumbling to the DOT about the lack of grit we’d already cleared the pavements, sorted out elderly and vulnerable neighbours and so on. That left the DOT to grit the road, which they did so badly we ended up shovelling up the little grit they’d scattered and redistributing it at points which would actually enable us to drive cars round the corner, slide down the street they completely neglected and on towards the main road on Thursday morning.
At that stage it just looked like business as usual. Except I didn’t know about the other ‘business as usual’ until walking into town down the main road this morning.
By this I mean the point when I discovered that while the pavements are as iced as ever outside housing for young parents, pensioners and low income workers, every church on the way has been gritted. Not just a sprinkling around the entrance, but what looks like a sackful or so of grit scrupulously spread around each one. It must have taken longer for workmen to do any of the faith hovels than they spent on the entire area between here and the nearest one.
So, what… six or so superstitious halfwits who may or may not bother to attend a barn of banality this Sunday are worth more than a few hundred ordinary folk who won’t (but do work and pay taxes)?
How sane is that?