NOW, AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH?
The following two paragraphs were sent to me in a private email from an old and dear friend who knows whereof she speaks; she might also have added that soon we will be giving smokers free cigarettes:
"WITHOUT PUBLIC DISCOURSE, DEMOCRACY IS BUT A WHISPER" David Berner
The following two paragraphs were sent to me in a private email from an old and dear friend who knows whereof she speaks; she might also have added that soon we will be giving smokers free cigarettes:
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My son has a long time friend who is now a school principal.
Mr. P. is furious. He should be. And so should you.
He now has to fill in for the teachers at his school who will not coach teams or referee or help with the school play or grad ceremonies.
I am so tired of this almost annual sham of teachers going on strike just as exams, report cards, inter-mural sports and graduations all come to a spring and summer boil.
The BC Teachers' Federation claims a 73% vote in favour of this cheesy carry-on at the expense of children and parents.
I know dozens of teachers who would love to do these volunteer assignments, but are constrained from doing so because of the Fed.
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Every day something ridiculous happens.
We react, and we chatter about it over coffee and we declare the world gone mad and we make dinner and watch Seinfeld re-runs and forget about it.
Then the next day, something even more outrageous happens.
And we recoil in horror, declaim solemnly over coffee and declare Life as a constant re-enactment of Alice's Mad Tea Party, make dinner, watch Seinfeld and so on.
But then there was yesterday.
A headline so lunatic, so twisted, so incomprehensible, we knew with certainty that The End Is Upon Us.
Here it is:
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Walter Stewart, great Canadian journalist of yore, used to speak of "sweet reasonableness."
He was usually asking where it had gone.
And he never met the BC Teachers' Federation or the provincial government.
Today, we learn that "a major track-and-field meet for Surrey high school students has been cancelled and other sporting events risk the same fate as more B.C. teachers withdraw from voluntary activities, including coaching, to protest a law intended to end their contract dispute."
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The Vancouver Sun should be given full points for writing an editorial this morning about the overdiagnosing of ADHD.
And full demerits for completely, totally, utterly missing the point.
The piece correctly points out the shocking and destructive rise in alleged cases being reported worldwide.
"U.S. doctors’ office visits for attention deficit hyperactivity disorder rose by 66 per cent between 2000 and 2010.
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9:38 AM
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Let me introduce you to the newest and most remote place for a real getaway.
It's the tiny island of Newtrush in a Pacific atoll, not far from Ridway, uh, Midway.
You'll love it.
Almost uninhabited, there are only two permanent residents there, both fat, babbling old white men.
One of them keeps muttering, "I'm the chief, I'm the chief, I'm the chief," while the other intones deeply into a large conch. He seems to believe that otherS can hear him somewhere. Or would want to.
Once a month, small boatloads of tourists arrive. They all belong to a kind of historical society, They claim, often with tears in their eyes, that they and their parents and grandparents used to be members of something called "The Republican Party."
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He shows up for his first national press conference in blue jeans and a black sports jacket.
And we're talking here ratty blue jeans at that, not some designer conceit.
He's not a teen-ager. He's the leader of a national political party, just elected.
His name is Thomas Mulcair.
Where Bob Rae, former NDP politician, is now the interim, erstwhile, almost Liberal leader, Mulcair, former Quebec Liberal, is now the leader of the NDP.
Are you following all of this?
To make matters worse, he's what the writers of Seinfeld would call a "quiet talker."
Quiet talking, like a host of other devices, is not a nervous tic that visits its hosts unwillingly. It is a sick, sucking passive-aggressive control strategy, designed to bring everyone in proximity to his or her knees.
The quiet talker is a closet Ninja warrior who sees the whole world as a threat. He is always en guard.
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No writer would attempt to create a character in fiction this stupid.
A police officer not very far from here - in Stanwood, Washington - leaves two children alone in the car.
Also in the car is a loaded gun.
One child picks up the gun, accidentally fires and the other child is dead.
Now, of course, it doesn't help that America is a deeply engrained gun culture with as many as two firearms in play for every man, woman and child in the nation.
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Amidst all the hand-wringing and tears of dismay, one has yet to hear the simple sad truth.
The Playhouse has been doing lousy, boring second-rate work for a long time now.
Membership subscriptions dropped from 8,000 to 4,500? That's not my fault or the city's.
I've loved show biz and the theatre my whole life. Yet, in the almost 50 years I have lived in Vancouver, I may have seen five shows at the Playhouse and four stunk.
The one great show was The Syringa Tree, an import from South Africa. It is a one-woman show written and performed by the author, Pamela Gien. It was (name your breathless adjective) extraordinary.
It is true that the company should have been put on solid funding by various levels of government. It is also true that the arts in Canada net so much less support from governments than they should. It is also devastating for the many actors, writers and people of stage craft that they will have one less place to work. All of that is so.
But nothing can ruin a good day like bad work on a stage and that's what the Vancouver Playhouse has been dishing out and pretending to be high art for a great many years.
And who was the genius who decided about ten years ago that the company would no longer do "classics" and stick only to works since 1950?
And yes, it is a deep embarrassment - in the same week that we will have to pay a few more millions to stop the leaky oil girders from wrecking the $500 million roof at the almost renamed BC Place - that a municipal theatre company folds its tent in a berg that likes to plump itself up with the monicker, "world class city."
So, here's my wish.
I hope a ragtag band of fiery young arts guerrillas (with a real sense of flair and presentation and engagement AND money management) come along and occupy that dead old space and blow some real sexy spiritual life back into the place.
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