The "Sensitive" Society

Everyone wants safe, fun, active lives. Mass marketing tells me this. So what happens when something goes wrong? A kid falls off a swing. Someone gets a flat tire. Some rock climber falls to her death. Suddenly a government inquiry should be set up.
Yes, give me extreme activities but for God's sake, guarantee my safety.
I saw a television report the other night about how people can really injure themselves performing Irish Dance. Are the people who produced and aired this piece mad? This morning on American television, Donald Rumsfeld said that he couldn't remember whether or not he had ever signed off on any intelligence-gathering flights over Iran. Now THAT is worth a fucking government inquiry. If he truly can't remember that, then he must be in the early stages of Alzheimers, and not fit to perform his duties. Either that or he is a liar.
This truly is the age of non-admittance, double speak and lawyerese type dialogue. No one wants to play the hand they are dealt, in case they play it wrong and lose out on something.
In these mad times, governments are filled with lying, evil-seeking, fork-tongued politicians. Everyone hates politicians. That is until little Brittney falls off the monkey bars at the play ground and breaks her arm. Suddenly, these politicians are called on to make the playground safer; to create some playground guidelines. How about just getting a cast on Brittney's arm? How about realizing that playgrounds AREN'T perfectly safe places, but they generally ARE a pile of fun. How about not blaming someone else for a blameless occurence? Are we mad enough to believe that everything should be regulated and controlled. Shouldn't I be able to scratch my ass with a meat hook if I so desire? And further, if in so doing I rip my Sphincter up to my shoulder I don't think I should contact my local MLA and have a government inquiry into meat hooks. That would surely be mad. So don't break the law. Make sure you wear your seatbelt next time you're riding to a bar in a cab where you're not smoking. That will most certainly ensure a safe, fun, active life. It may also drive you mad.

Macleans magazine management is mad

Kenneth Whyte has been appointed (who appointed him is a mystery) editor of Macleans Magazine. Why? He destroyed any credibility Saturday Night Magazine had when he took on the editorship of that magazine ( under the guidance of his mentor and lawful friend Connie Black). Amonst all the pieces he himself penned about his pal Tories like Ted Byfield, Preston Manning, Diefenbaker, Mulroney, and John Charest, he ran fluffy pieces on hockey players, boxers and other Tories. So big Kenny then takes over the National Post, a new upstart unabashedly right of centre daily. His stories of the great Ralph Klein and Stockwell Day don't seem to resonate with anyone outside of Alberta and the newspaper loses money. Whyte gets fired. So... to someone in the Rogers family (owners of Macleans magazine) he looks like the perfect person to take over a weekly newsmagazine, which by their very nature are doomed to failure in this modern time of instant information. I don't like the magazine's chances for staying alive with Whyte calling the shots. Are the people running Rogers mad? Looks like it from here.