Class JD - great example of religion getting in the way of a good ruck.
Closer to home, in the late 80's there was a padre in and around the 'Shot who was more effective at sorting his flock late on a Saturday night with his fists, then the good book. Can't recall his name, but witnessed him "preaching to his flock" at kicking out time in North Camp. Happy days!
I've spent a fair bit of time in that country. The various (so-called) christian denominations trust each other so little that the keys for the entrance doors are looked after by a moslem family. City of peace my arrrrrrrrse