Every August my tiny little village is invaded by bikers and their women. They call it a “rodeo” but it’s a crime wave. It’s done with the full cooperation of the local and state police and by the local government. It’s a long weekend full of excessive drinking, debauchery, and crime to which the police turn a blind eye. And why is this vile event allowed to disrupt the lives of both the people who live in the village and those of us in the townships around it? They bring money.
You see, the bikers spend a lot of money when they come. They buy copious amounts of beer and hard liquor at the local stores. They buy food at both the Walmart and the little mom and pop grocery stores. They gas up at the gas station and buy cigarettes, snacks, and whatever other incidentals they need.
Sure, on the face of it you’d think they’d be good for the village. But the truth is that, along with their money, they bring nothing but trouble. There are numerous drunken brawls during the long weekend. Large packs of bikers roar around at all hours of the day and night disrupting both daytime activities and sleep. They intimidate the locals and do much, much worse.
These bikers and their women invade the village all day and night, exposing the citizens to their inappropriate dress and behavior.
Since the police do nothing to stop the Niagara-like flow of booze, there are consequences that even some who live here do not know about. Young girls from the village and surrounding townships and towns go to this event. They pay for the opportunity to be plied with liquor until they are so drunk that all reason goes out the window.
Nothing says “Innocent fun” like having sex in front of a picture-taking crowd.
The bikers set up a strip pole in the center of the fairgrounds; yes, this event is held in the same place our children go to participate in 4-H events. The girls, some of whom came with these bikers and some who are local are lifted, almost too drunk to stand, to the stage where they are cajoled into taking most of their clothes off and trying to dance for the crowds of leering, drunken bikers.
Very “wholesome” activities at the “rodeo.”
And that’s not the worst of it. These girls, some of whom are barely conscious, are then carried to the back of the fairgrounds. Spirited away into the dark where they cannot be heard over the throngs of revelers and police at the front of the grounds. And there, the bikers can do anything they want to these girls.
While the girls are being lifted onto the strip stage and then are taken to the back of the fairgrounds the police ignore them. When they stumble back out to the camping area and the track, the police pretend they can’t see them. And when they wander, drunk and in a daze from whatever has happened to them, down the country roads, the police stand by.
These signs are erected at the same fairgrounds our children use.
How do I know this? I have never been and will never attend this festival of depravity. But my sons have friends who have been there. Young ladies who thought it would be “cool” to meet real life criminal bikers. And at least two of these girls have paid a heavy price for their curiosity. Sexually assaulted, bruised, and mortified, these girls have had to live with the memories, however hazy they may be, of what happened while the village was raking in the cash serving people who come here for the sole purpose of breaking the law.
The Bible says the love of money is the root of all evil. I guess that makes everyone who allows this event to take place the agents of Satan.
And, hopefully, we will be able to sleep starting Tuesday and the authorities will come to their senses and ban this “rodeo” in the future.