You may have heard that a handful of morons vandalized police cars and shops after the Habs won round one of the playoffs.
In the “duh” department, here’s a quote from Beverly Best, a sociology prof at Concordia (quote taken from the Gazette):
“This can’t just be about hockey. It has to be symbolic of something else. There has to be some other source, some other feeling of dissatisfaction that can’t be expressed in an everyday way. It’s a form of dissent.”
Ya think? Of course the vandalism has nothing to do the hockey. It’s a combination of dispossession, alcohol, and a lack of adult supervision. We can’t cure the first without either 100 years of enlightened social policy or labour camps; we can’t do anything about the second; but we can do something about the third. Yes, a stronger police presence can help, but instead of a wall of riot police, might it not be more effective to station two officers at every shop? Or one? I suspect the city does not have enough cops to do that, or enough money to pay them.
Good thing we have hundreds of city councillors to debate the idea.
What the police did do was close to that concept, but there were simply too few men in blue. They mingled instead. They need to catch the culprits and quite publicly try them. Convictions need to lead to significant jail time. Consequences need to deter the acts.
Another thing we could use is a healthy dose of vigilante justice. You see an asshole, you grab four justice-minded friends and beat the shit out of him before he sets anything on fire or breaks any windows. And, later in the year, get liquored up and visit him at his birthday party and kick him in the nuts to help him celebrate it.
You may choose from a selection of hoodlum videos here.
P.S. I’m not one of the assholes. I’m in the Bahamas, remember?
We had our seders and we’re dividing our time so far between the TV and the pool. (Sorry about my simian partial nudity. Don’t click if you don’t want to be able to count every hair.) The kids and I are watching a ton of movies. I saw “I Am Legend”, and I have to say, I like the alternate ending better.
(Although this alternate ending kinda glosses over the fact that all bridges to Manhattan were destroyed.)
On the plane down to our stop in Florida, I watched “There Will Be Blood” – most of it, anyway. The movie was longer than the flight so I missed end of that one. The entertainment system shut down as Plainview asked Eli to admit he’s a fraud.
I had been planning to get to work on a second take of the historical biopic I’m working on, but I felt crappy all day yesterday, exhausted and achy in the head. I think it’s enforced caffeine withdrawal, as my father went decaffeinated a few years ago and the rest of the house followed. If that’s so, I should feel better soon.
Water is my nemesis so far this trip – to Freeport, Bahamas, by the way. It’s a bit too humid for my taste in heat, which ranges from Sahara to Mojave on the moisture scale.
Worse, and more expensive, is the tapwater, especially when mixed with my native idiocy.
I put my contacts in yesterday to go out for supper. I ran out of the simple clean/rinse/store all-in-one solution on the first contact lens and opened the bottles for the two-liquid cleaning process on the second.
After rubbing the lens with the cleaner, you’re supposed to rinse it off in running tapwater. I did, and the lens slipped out of my finger. Fortunately, I had closed the drain so I didn’t lose the lens. Unfortunately, the strange surroundings disoriented me and instead of shutting off the water, I opened the drain.
I asked the wife to order me a new contact lens Monday. I’ll need it ASAP so I can wear it for hockey which starts mid May. Yes, I did find a hockey league to join. I suspect the quality of play may rank below my own. We’ll see.