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A point of view in three parts:
First: We have a sport here in Canada that will never make it to the Olympics. Its core is the creative use of the Constitution and other legal frameworks to avoid prosecution by process. The most frequent, so simultaneously boring and increasingly creative, approach is through the requirement for bilingual services. Canada as a whole and specific regions and areas have made commitments to provide all services, including traffic tickets apparently, in the recipients' choice of English or French. Using the absence of one of those languages, however partial or immaterial its absence might be, is the approach. A progressive Manitoba judge has upheld the sports integrity and issued what appears to be a 6.0 average score (most of it on technical merit rather than artistry): Unilingual traffic tickets thrown out
Second: Another child is suing a minor sports organization. I blogged about another one of these situations a while back, here. So, my views about children and their parents suing recreational sports clubs because they didn't get their way is out there. In this case the poor boy was punted to a lower-grade squad because daddy was a pain-in-the-ass. So counsel is claiming that "the sins of the fathers should not be visited on the sons." Get real. Daddy, if you really want to do something for your child's development, hiding your own unwarranted sense of ENTITLEMENT is a good start. There are rules and ways that social structures are constructed. Live with them or go someplace else. [As a note, the best part of blogging from the wilderness is that there is absolutely no requirement to be impartial, well-informed, or judicious in opinion ;-).]
Third: This is a sad story from Oakville. A young boy died on the weekend mountain-biking and doing stunts on a landfill pile. No lawsuit . . . yet. I'm not one to scold those who are or have been hurt. Especially those that are feeling guilty. Consider the words of a neighbour or friend interviewed in the story:
"We tell them not to go up the hills," said Gill, a mother of four whose son Sheldon fractured his wrist riding his bike on the same hill last year.So they've been after the city to raze the hill. I guess it's somebody else's responsibility to make sure that boys will not be boys -- or if they are, it'll be OK."But you know boys. If there's a hill, they'll go on it."
Silly bugger process and procedural games; false entitlements; abdicated responsibility. [ed. I speak my truth as I see it. Still, I understand why people might not care to be around me much.]
Posted by Grayson at June 20, 2005 07:27 AM