HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 1999-04-28, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 28, 1999. PAGE 5.
Blue humour
I have a fine sense of the ridiculous,
hut no sense of humour.
Edward Albee
My, but the the internet is an amazing
phenomenon.
You can use it to download the third volume
of the Encyclopedia Britannica, or to swap
soup recipes with your Aunt Bernice in
Canberra. You can play chess on the internet,
or you can look up Bill Gates phone number.
Why, John Alejandro King has even figured
out a way to get fired on internet.
Mister King runs a website called Covert
King, at least he did at the time I was typing
these words. Covert King is a site that pokes
fun at the Central Intelligence Agency, which
also happens to be the firm that pays Mister
King's salary - or at least did at the time L was
typing etcetera.
Some of the yuks you'll find at the Covert
Comic website: As a CIA employee, whenever
I hear that the agency is programming peoples'
minds, I have to laugh.
I don't want to laugh when I hear this, but I
have to because that's the way the CIA
programmed my mind.
Granted, John King is no Robin Williams -
he might not even be a Milton Berle - but he
sounds pretty harmless, right? Not the way his
crepe-soled superiors read it. A CIA spokes
man (anonymous, natch) mutters, "His jokes
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International Scene
The lighter side of
the world
When you have been teaching as long as I
have, everything you do or say runs the risk of
being turned into just another chance to lecture
somebody on something. Looking at the
articles I have been writing lately, they seem to
be slipping into my classroom style.
However, lecturing my readers to death
(death by elocution) is far from, my mind. For
this reason it might be a good thing to bring
you a lighter fare this week, away from the
thought that the world, once again, is going to
hell in a handbasket and, if people only
listened-to you, all would not be lost.
I don’t usually write very much on North
Korea, for the simple reason news out of that
country is hard to come by. However, the
starving inhabitants of that bastion of
communism are well on track to having the
most expensive $125 million birthday party of
the century.
It is not that they have benefitted from it or
even approved of it. All the benefit seems to
have gone to Kim Jong II, the leader for life,
whose 57th birthday it was that caused the
splash.
Known as the "Dear Leader", the party in
Pyongyang, the capital, is reported to have had
on display 2,500 different kinds of flowers, all
of them named after Mr. Kim.
Well, at least 1 still get candles although my
family is rather circumspect about how many
they put on my cake.
Since 1 was not invited to the great
Pyongyang party, I shall pass on quickly to
other areas. I once went into the bank in
Frydek-M-istek to withdraw some money from
my account. I was told I had to have my
are not funny, and in many cases, tasteless."
This, from the spokesman of an agency
which once seriously contemplated ending the
Castro Regime by sending an exploding cigar
to Fidel.
Cops (or "law enforcement individuals" as
they like to style themselves) are notorious for
lacking an on-duty sense of humour. Which is
a pity, considering the material they have to
work with.
Consider our own finest - the Royal
Canadian Mounted Police. They're hardly ever
mounted, for starters. Mounties are more
likely to be jockeying an office chair on casters
than anything wearing horseshoes.
Not that they don't exhibit fine comedic
instincts once they get away from the office.
Our Mounties are the guys who burned bams
during the Quebec crisis, pepper-sprayed
Canadian students in defence of an Indonesian
tyrant and were lately implicated in the
dynamiting of a gas well shed in Alberta.
What is all this, make work projects?
The Mounties looked positively buffoonish
back in 1995 when an Ottawa headcase
managed to waltz past guards and wander
around 24 Sussex for half an hour while the
PM in his PJs held the guy off with a piece of
Inuit statuary.
RCMP? Sounds more like KK. As in
Keystone Kops.
And who can forget their performance
earlier this year in Vancouver, appearing as
gaffers and grips for a TV film crew covering
By Raymond Canon
passport; even a photostat copy of it was not
good enough. I had to go home, a 15-minute
walk, to get it and then go back.
I was then taken to the teller to withdraw my
money but this teller said, "We don't need to
see Mr. Canon’s passport, we know who he is.”
By this time I had got used to the vagaries of
Czech banking so I started to laugh. The face
on the person who had insisted on having my
passport was as red as her dress, however.
I recently came across a couple of comments
by Teddy Roosevelt (not the Roosevelt who
was president during World War II).
Commenting on a politician he disliked
intensely and who had just left for a safari in
Africa, Roosevelt observed, "I hope the first
lion he meets will do his duty.”
On the Americans he commented. "I have no
idea what the American people think. I only
know what they should think.”
Given that by and large politicians are a dull
lot, it is nice to hear such quips now and again
even when you may not agree with them.
Moving over to Australia, the Aussies, or at
least some of them, have come face to face
with Baywatch.One would have thought that
the world’s most widely watched TV series
(one billion viewers in 144 countries), in spite
of its obvious predictable and weak plots,
would have been eagerly welcomed in that
country.
Not so! It seems that a group of residents of
Avalon, the community where the new group
of plots were to be filmed, objected to David
Hasselhoff et al taking over their entire beach,
even though the obvious economic benefits
were considerable. The beaches should be
open to everybody, they huffed.
Apparently, their huffing and puffing did the
trick. Baywatch, probably for the first time in
its existence, had to pull up stakes and move to
another beach where the inhabitants were a bit
more hospitable or given to babe-watching.
the search of Premier Clark's house?
Making fun of the Mounties? Me? Not a
chance. They do such a fine job of it
themselves.
Besides, the Mountie image is officially
owned by Walt Disney Inc.
Taking the Mickey out of the cops is one
thing. Only a fool would trifle with Disney.
Reminds me of the time Jean Chretien
decided to find out who was the more
competent crimestopper, the RCMP or CSIS.
He released a specially marked rabbit into the
bush surrounding Harrington Lake and
challenged each group to find it.
CSIS agents slipped in under cover of
darkness. They placed animal informants
throughout the woods. They questioned
everything that moved. After three months of
intensive investigation they announced their
findings: Rabbits do not exist.
Then the Mounties go in. After two weeks
with no leads they set fire to the forest killing
everything within, including the rabbit.
They pronounce "Operation Clean Slate" an
unqualified success.
Frustrated, the Prime Minister does what he
always does in a real crisis: he asks the U.S.
president what he should do. The president
sends up a SWAT team from the Los Angeles
Police Department.
The LAPD goes in. They come out two
hours later dragging a badly beaten beaver.
The beaver is yelling, "Okay! Okay! I’m a
rabbit!"
Given that our lakes have no tides we need
not worry about being faced with the same
dilemma.
During my short stay (three weeks) in
Baghdad, I noticed that the city was
remarkably lacking in monuments. If I
remember.correctly, there were just one or two
of them.
Evidently, Saddam Hussein has noticed too
and is doing his best to remedy it. There are
not one but two victory arches, an unknown
soldier’s tomb, and any number of small
statues and fountains which have, you guessed
it, good old Saddatn as the centrepiece.
Another monument on the drawing boards is
to that "Mother of All Battles”, to use
Saddam’s expression, that is, the 1991 Gulf
War, which the Iraqi leader insists his country
won. In all this he has permitted (ordered?)
himself to be portrayed as a cross between
Alexander the Great and Nebuchadnezzar or
maybe it is both at the same time.
But let us not be too harsh on Saddam.
Leaders do, after all, tend to have likenesses of
themselves portrayed on coins, as well as
monuments and statues. You had only to go to
a communist country during the cold war to
see the truth in that.
What, too, about the presidents on Mt.
Rushmore?
Maybe Kim Jong II should get together with
Saddam some time to compare notes.
A Final Thought
An optimist sees an opportunity in every
calamity; a pessimist sees a calamity in
every opportunity.
Winston Churchill
The
Short
of it
Not the norm '
Last week Littleton, Colorado mourned and
people everywhere asked how did this happen.
The news that more young people had died
at the hands of their peers during yet another
high school massacre was no less shocking
than the first time. Though the carnage in this
case was the worst, since October of 1997
there have been similar attacks at eight U.S.
schools. Making this all the more horrendous
is the fact it's been children killing children.
Troubled teens seems to be an all too
familiar chant. The shocking violence and our
exposure to them through the media often
makes it difficult to rationalize they still do
represent a small sect.
Fear is compounded by the inadequacy, the
confusion over what has gone wrong and how
to correct it. And there will be no answers
here. I would not presume to be so arrogant as
to offer a cure for society's ills.
No, I would prefer instead to remind
everyone in the shadow of this sad, disturbing
mark on adolescence, that there are still
shining examples among today's youth. They
have talent, strength and a desire to make a
difference. Visit any high school and you will
see them represented on the honour roll or in
the trophy case.
Recently in our area exclusively we have
seen what their passion can achieve. Within
the past year, a group of teens interested in
theatre created their own acting company.
They mounted two productions, ambitious
undertakings that involved everything from
fundraising and promotion to set design and
special effects. They were both successes and,
for audience members, will stand as testament
to what teens can do.
Two weeks ago, an F.E. Madill student
formed a committee of her peers and together
they produced a coffee house to raise funds for
cancer research. These wonderful young
people not only displayed a talent and poise
that few adults possess, but selflessly raised
$800 for their admirable cause. And as a
secondary point, they proved once again the
importance of the arts, not just for its
entertainment value, but as a financial mover
and shaker.
Last year, a local band, desiring a venue,
came up with the idea of a concert featuring
young talent, with a portion of the proceeds
going to charity. The second one was held last
weekend, and again, the effort was huge, with
bands coming from as far away as Toronto to
do what they love most and give something
back. Though there was the typical few out to
spoil it for others, the auditorium full of
teenage enthusiasm was kept in check by a
handful of adult volunteers, because the
majority there were quite simply good kids.
You don't have to look hard to find them.
They were at St. Anne's in Clinton this week
hosting a coffee house to help Kosovo
refugees. They volunteer to coach minor
sports, they hold down jobs, they teach
Sunday school. They are entrepreneurs,
budding scientists, and poets. They will be on
stage at Madill in early May with a production
of Grease.
There are examples in today’s youth of
talent, insight and passion. And after tragedies
like last week's it's good to take some time to
acknowledge them. Compliment them, give
them the attention they deserve.
They are the norm. Don't let the sick,
troubled few make you forget that.