HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1997-04-30, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 30,1997 PAGE 5.
O Arthur Black
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Just kidding, eh?
Thank heavens for the Fortean Times - I
thought perhaps it was just me.
The Fortean Times is a British journal that
tracks weird happenings and unexplained
phenomena around the globe. And the latest
issue of the Fortean Times claims the world
became weirder last year. Two point nine per
cent weirder, to be precise.
The journal has published an Index of
Weirdness which is divided into four sections:
Animal, Human, Natural and Paranormal.
After careful analysis, Fortean Times editors
have announced that last year's weird stories,
including bloodthirsty goatsuckers and fossil
bacteria on meteorites, have catapulted the
planet onto a whole new plateau of The
Bizarre. Bloodthirsty goatsuckers? You
missed that story? The Puerto Rican press has
reported goat corpses that have been found
with the blood - and even the livers - sucked
right out of them via a pair of Dracula-like
incisions in the neck. Nobody knows if the
vampire culprit is winged, four-legged or
favours a walking stick and a cape, but reports
of His/Her/handiwork are showing up in
Colombia, Brazil, Miami and the south of
Spain.
Pretty weird alright. The other story - the
one about fossil bacteria being found on a 16-
International Scene
Swiss democracy
It is surprising how little people know about
foreign countries when they have never been
there or even if they have for a short period.
Quite frequently what little they do know is
somewhat mixed up or confused.
Thus it is that I frequently get asked
questions about the type of democracy
practised by the Swiss and it is obvious that
the person asking the question is more than a
little uncertain about the subject.
A frequent question is about the
Landsgemeinde, a word that the non-German
speaker has trouble spelling or pronouncing
correctly. I'll talk about that in a little while as
well as about the country's propensity for
referenda.
First of all, if the basic unit of government in
Canada is the province, that of Switzerland is
the canton, some of which have been split up
into half-cantons, each of which might just as
well be considered as a single entity. There are
26 in all, and most of them are, of course,
German speaking while a few are French and
one, the Tessin, is Italian. Still another,
Graubuenden, has most of the country's
Romansch-speaking citizens but, since that is a
national and not an official language, we won't
refer to it as an entity.
It should be stated right at the beginning that
the country is extremely decentralized, even
more so than Canada. The cantons spend as
much money as the central government,
control all the police forces, just about the
entire education system, a great portion of the
welfare system and most of the law-making
power with regards to each canton's economy.
Foreign affairs and defense are left to the
central government in Bem, the capital, but
decentralization is certainly the name of the
game in the country.
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million-year-old meteorite will be even
weirder if it turns out to be true. It would
confirm a century of Sci Fi speculation about
the possibility of life on other planets. Alas,
the scientists are squabbling over the veracity
of the specimens, so the jury is still out.
How does the Fortean Times explain the
upshot in weirdness? They say it's due to
PMT.
That's Pre-Millennial Tension - the anxiety
that subconsciously infects us all as we lurch
toward the year 2,000. "PMT is gripping
people" says a spokesman for the Fortean
Times. "People get worried near the end of a
century, with millennium cults predicting the
end of the world. And that could explain why
there is so much interest in the paranormal."
Well, maybe. And maybe the editors of the
Fortean Times are affected too. Because I read
the whole issue and didn't find a single
mention of some of my favourite weird stories
from last year.
Where for instance, is the story on the
Indestructible Cake? How about the greatest
golf feat of all time which came out of Korea
last year?
The cake story originated in the U.S., where
last year, researchers at the Army Soldiers
System Command managed to create a pound
cake suitable for soldiers in the field. This
cake can survive a fall from an airplane and
temperatures that range from 120 degrees
By Raymond Canon
Now we take a look at the referenda which
take place in Switzerland. Seldom do we have
them in Canada; there they are held on a
regular basis. In fact, there have been almost
450 of them. How do they get started?
Actually it is very easy. All it takes is a
petition with 50,000 names on it, a figure that
is little more than one per cent of all qualified
voters. The 50,000 signatures will bring about
a vote on any new federal law while 100,000
signatures will permit you to put a totally new
idea to a vote.
I arrived there one day just as they were
voting whether to permit the government to
buy new fighter aircraft for the Flugwaffe or
airforce. The purchase was permitted, but not
by a great majority.
At the risk of digressing slightly, the plane
in question, the F-18, is the same plane as is
used by the Canadian Armed Forces; it was a
Canadian flying a plane from the Canadian
Nato base at Baden Soellingen in Germany
that demonstrated its capabilities to the Swiss.
It was also the same aircraft whose crew won
the prestigious William Tell competition from
the Americans. Perhaps the Swiss will see that
as a good omen.
But back to Swiss democracy. The second
rather unique aspect is the Landsgemeinde, an
example of direct democracy used by five of
the smaller cantons (or half-cantons). This has
been described as a cantonal get-together
where the major questions are not decided by a
ballot but by a show of hands. It takes the
better part of the afternoon. Women have had a
vote in the country only for about the last
quarter of a century but they take an active part
in the Landsgemeinde although they are still
thin on the ground when it comes to holding
political office.
If my memory serves me correctly, all the
Landsgemeinden which take place are in the
Fahrenheit to minus 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Oh
yes, and it has a shelf life of five ... years.
That's pretty scary too.
As for the golf story, we owe that to the
official news agency of North Korea.
Perhaps that should read 'official public
relations agency' of North Korea. All I know is
last year the North Korean press reported that
"Dear Leader" Kim Jong II played his first
game of golf in astonishing style, scoring five
holes-in-one and beating the world record for
a single round of golf by 25 strokes.
Since we're in the realm of comic relief, let
me report another weird happening the
Fortean Times appears to have missed - the
rising incidence of Comedian Abuse.
Last November, Al Romero a comedian in
Lancaster, Pa., was cracking wise jokes about
hicks from Arkansas when a customer by the
name of Judy Strough (of Arkansas) walked
up on the stage and slugged him.
Two weeks earlier, comedian Timothy Ward
filed a lawsuit in New York City against
Prince Rainier of Monaco who, Ward says,
backhanded him during a 1995 show in which
he made fun of the Prince's eroding hairline.
First Puerto Rican goats...then
comedians.. .is nothing sacred?
By the way, if you're reading this, Judy or
Prince...
Just kidding, eh?
German speaking area, hence the German
name. My French-speaking Swiss cousins give
a variety of reasons for not making greater use
of it; maybe they are a little upset at not having
thought of it first.
I don't want to leave you with the impression
that the Swiss turn out in droves for all these
manifestations of direct democracy; they do
not. They sometimes get a bit weary of it all,
just as Canadians do. The average turnout is
generally less than 50 per cent.
The most interesting aspect of it is that, if
the French and Italian-speaking population do
not like something in a referendum, they still
need support from the German-speaking
cantons to defeat a measure. If the latter decide
that they like or dislike something being pul to
a vote, there is little that the other two
linguistic groups can do to offset it.
I am fortunate in having roots in both the
French and German-speaking parts. I hear far
more griping in French than I do in German
but nothing matches what I hear in Quebec. In
short, separatism is a dirty word there; the
French and Italian minorities, not to mention
the tiny group of Romansch speaking citizens,
know when they are well off.
Nor are the Swiss a particularly homogenous
lot. With so much decentralization, they tend
to think as cantons, just as Canadians are
preoccupied with their provinces, but this
decentralization, together with the examples of
direct democracy, certainly do a fine job of
arriving at the common good for the entire
country. We could do worse than studying
their system a bit more closely.
A Final Thought
When looking for faults, use a mirror, not
a telescope.
Lifting the dust cover
Spring cleaning — the time to lift the dust
cover off the house, throw out winter’s stale
leftovers and make room for freshness and
light.
Getting my house spic and span for spring is
one job I simultaneously abhor and adore.
Obviously the satisfaction of a job well done, a
home as unstale and sparkling as a cheery
spring day, is the driving reward. But, it's also
a major undertaking that must be squeezed in
to an already hectic and overloaded schedule.
My conception of this annual ritual was
formulated early. I remember as a young child
watching my mother, also a working woman,
hustling in her off-hours, in a mad frenzy to get
everything done. I would come home from
school to find the hallway crammed full of
bedroom furniture while with ladder, pail and
assorted rags and mops she eradicated unseen
dirt on everything from the ceiling to vent
covers.
And I always found it amusingly ironic that
while she worked to get the house to a state of
surgical sterility, it was total chaos.
But when a room was finished, the crisp
cleanliness was worth it. It was a treasure that
my mother, knowing she could not keep
forever, guarded like a Crown jewel. "Don't go
in that back bedroom," she’d say as I'd head
down the hall. "I just finished cleaning in
there.”
While, eventually she knew the damage
would be done, for now, she wanted to capture
the pristine perfection she had created. A real
bonus was in getting all the rooms finished
before too much havoc could be wrought upon
them, so that for just a while at least, the house
would seem as fresh and new as the season,
and she could relax with the feeling that for a
time, her work was done.
This has always been my goal, too, but I
seem to lack the same dedication to the craft as
my mother. As I procrastinate about beginning
the work, my excuse is a tendency to blame the
weather. Early, I argue that unseasonable
coolness and drizzle does not inspire me to feel
like spring cleaning. Unfortunately, then, as the
weather warms, I find myself more inclined to
take myself outdoors, than to work to bring its
freshness inside. Even recruiting my children
has not made the process move more
efficiently.
This past weekend, waylaid by a mild
infirmity, I again saw another opportunity pass.
But as I enjoyed moments to rest outside,
feeling the sun's warmth soothe me, the gentle
breeze heal me, I realized that there is more
spring cleaning that should not be overlooked
— that of the soul.
Those first few weeks, after a silent winter
our senses are enlivened by the music of birds
and children at play. With illness allowing me
a guilt-free opportunity to relax and breathe in
spring, I decided this was as necessary a ritual
as the one I attack with such vengeance
indoors each year. Certainly, spring is a time
when there is much to be done, but it is also a
time of renewal and rejuvenation. It is a time to
be active, but also a time to enjoy.
So I sat this past week, letting this season
work its magic on me. I know my spring
cleaning will get finished, perhaps by August,
but for now it was enough to lift the dust cover
from my mind, throw out winter's stale
leftovers and make room in my heart for
freshness and light.