Rest in Peace

Kurt Vonnegut died last night at the age of 84 in New York.

Read the New York Times account here.

Buy Kurt's books. Read them.

Pissing Your Money Down a Dark Hole

Pete McMartin has a terribly funny column in The Sun today.

I say, "terribly funny," because it is funny and dreadful in its heart-breaking accuracy.

Another Downtown East Side social service agency has been awarded more of your money to do less than nothing. In this case, $80,000 has been given to a group who have created a website for hookers and johns.

You can't write this kind of dark comedy. Only mandarins can come up with this kind of idiocy all on their own.

Of course, not one single hooker or john will ever see this website. Of course, the website you are now reading cost absolutely nothing (and is worth every penny, I might add!) and there were no committee meetings to get it going.

The Vancouver Agreement, the Vancouver Foundation and Vancity have all mistakenly contributed.

Madness, sheer madness. Lunacy. A living side show.

Sins of Omission

In yesterday's rant about ultrasound, I forgot to mention the obvious.

Clearly a business opportunity exists. One clinic, hundreds of huddled, anxious patients, waiting, waiting, waiting, being shuttled through strange doors to even stranger, little rooms. Why isn't the owner of this service, which is being funded by our health care system, opening a second and a third shop?

Why aren't you? Why don't I?

Open Arms by Journey

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