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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Citizen, 2001-02-07, Page 5THE CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 2001. PAGE 5. Other Views Extra! Extra! Rede all about it! Somebody once defined journalism as 'literature in a hurry'. Close enough. I'm not saying all editors would rather 'get it first than get it right', but I've known a few who had that credo tattooed just below their left aureolae. In newspapering, haste is of the essence - and that leads to more than the occasional blunder. That's why most newspapers have a Corrections Column - a tiny box on an inside page where the editor confesses to errors made in earlier stories (which usually ran under a banner headline on the.front page). The mea culpas are usually followed with the stony journalistic cliche "The East Ridge Clarion Bugle regrets the error". One newspaper that treats its own foul-ups with a certain panache is The Manchester Guardian. Mind you, The Guardian is somewhat famous in the. Halls of Journalism as the Queen of Misprints 2 the satirical press routinely refers to the paper as The Grauniad. The editors, Lord bless'em, decided that if the rest of the world is snickering, they might as well join in. Hence The Guardian's Corrections and Amplifications Column. Last summer, this entry appeared: Aug. 21: We spelt Morecambe, 'the town in Lancashire, wrong again on page 2, yesterday. We often do. And on Jan. 28: An item headed Bad Day: Sportly after, our recent federal election, which took four hours to count compared to 40 days for the Americans, I read about a speech which Prime Minister Chretien gave in Toronto. During this homily to the party faithful, he touched rather heavily on the need to provide social justice to Canadians etc. and the mere mention of this word made me shudder. Maybe it has some sort of nice ring for the electorate, many of whom were understandably feeling rather jaded when the election was all over. However, I should point out that "social justice" is an expression that has been employed over and over again throughout the world as speeches are made about the need to reduce the level of poverty and misery in just about any country you can name. It all reminds me of the expression "democratically elected governments" that was used to describe regimes that gained power under conditions that were anything but democratic. What makes me shudder when I hear the expression "social justice" is that in most cases it pfesages another. round of throwing money at a problem and trying to make people feel good about it. The money will, you hope, be put to good use by the administrators, all of whom are supposed to be altruistic to the extreme. It will be put to equally good use by the recipients who will be expected to act as if they had graduated summa cum laude from courses in astute money management. The trouble is that altruism is generally not a word used to describe the administrators and most or the recipients could not plan finances efficiently if their life depended on it. Money gets sidetracked for all sorts of spurious reasons or else spent on goods or services that have, no connection to the solution of the problem. I'm sure that you all know two people who earn about the same level of income. One manages to keep out of debt and maintain a decent lifestyle while the other is up to his/her neck in debt and thinks that -a budget is a car rental agency. Well, in the international world of social Arthur Black Educashun, in a sidebar on the Policy and Politics page, yesterday, derived mild amusement from numerous spelling mistakes in a Labour Party jobs advertisement carried in the previous day's paper. All the errors were, in fact, made by The Guardian. None of them was in the original copy supplied by the Labour Party. If it's any consolation to ink-slingers at The Grauniad - we've seen worse. The Florida newspaper, for instance that was forced to run this 'correction': In criticizing the political views of Patrick Buchanan, William Bennett said , "It's a real us-and-them kind of thing," not, as we reported "It's a real S&M kind of thing." • Or the New Hampshire weekly that noted: There was a mistake in an item sent in two weeks ago which stated that Ed Burnham entertained a party at crap shooting. It should have been trap shooting. Raymond Canon The International Scene justice recipients, by far the larger number can be considered as part and parcel of the second group. Unwillingness to comply or doWnright incompetence can make a shambles of even the most heartfelt donation of money. We haven't even got around to corruption that is endemic in many areas of the world. I have been reading recently about a health centre in Manitoba that reportedly siphoned off enough money from its federal government funding to take 70 people on a pleasant holiday cruise in the Caribbean, a cruise that had nothing to do with the treatment of the patients. This may be newsworthy in Canada; in most other parts of the world it happens without anybody being the wiser. We read of hundreds of millions of dollars being transferred by some corrupt political leader into his Swiss bank account. This is frequently done on the backs of the citizens of this country and just as frequently comes from money that has been contributed by the IMF, the World Bank or one of the many welfare agencies involved in raising the standards of living of developing nations. By all means engage in social justice. But, if our government is going to preach such involvement, let's make sure that the proper mechanisms and safeguards are in place before we talk of donating money to international (or domestic for that matter) relief projects of any nature. Final Thought A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject. —Sir Winston Spencer Churchill Or the double pratfall executed by a Massachusetts paper: Our newspaper carried the notice last week that Mr. Oscar Hofnagle is a defective on the police force. This was a typographical error. Mister Hofnagle is, of course, a detective on the police farce. And the prize for all time most embarrassing `Correction'? That honour must go to The Manchester Guardian for a rarely seen triple- ballsup that began to unfold in the Corrections and Amplifications Column on... April 21, 1998: The home of Charles Darwin, author of On The Origin of the Species, is Down House in Kent. It was garbled in a news report on page 12 on April 11. April 22, 1998: In a correction published in this column yesterday, we misspelt Downe House, the home of Charles Darwin in Kent. April 23, 1998: A correction to the correction of a correction. Darwin spelled both the name of his house and the village in which it is situated, Down. The village became Downe. The house is still Down. Ah well. Take heart, ye editors of The Grauniad, in these immortal words: "Don't ever promote anyone who hasn't made some big mistakes - you'll be promoting someone who hasn't done much." Herbert Dow said that. Or was it Oscar Wilde? Canadians work hard for the income on which they have to pay taxes and it galls me to no end to see these tax dollars squandered on projects which are, to use the Biblical parable, built on sand and tons of it. Letter Letters to the editor are a forum for public opinion and comment. The views expressed do not necessarily reflect those of this publication. THE EDITOR, This is support towards Chris Cleave ,regarding the article in the Jan. 17/01 issue of The Citizen. I also walk my dogs regulary and I am shocked at the amount of dog doo-doo around the Village of Brussels. I have gone as far as-picking up other people's dog mess and frankly this is ridiculous! I even see piles of it on the main street. I am not sure what reasoning those dog owners who walk away from their dog's mess use. Is it that you feel it will disappear? Or is it that you feel it is small so it doesn't require pick up? Do you think you're helping fertilize the lawn come spring? Whatever your excuse it is not acceptable. I dread to think what the sidewalks and lawns will look like once the snow melts. This is a responsibility that is automatic when one owns a dog. Or it is supposed to be! I think there should be more awareness of people with dogs and how they deal with their dog's mess and if the WRONG thing is done a stiff fine should be imposed on the owner. Regardless of the amount it is still an awful dirty thing to do. Wonder what their homes look like if one is willing to leave dog doo-doo on the sidewalk or lawn or curb or anywhere that is not in a bag and toted off and put where it should be. I hope to see more people doing the right thing and if you need I am giving free lessons on how to safely Stoop 'n Scoop so we can all enjoy the Prettiest Village in Ontario excrement free! Sincerely, Tammy-Lynn Naylor %wets, ON. Just have to laugh /have a thing for Mel and Kevin. These-two guys are my age and still sigh-worthy in my book. That said, having seen the new Mel Gibson movie the other night and a recent magazine photo of Kevin Costner, even these guys I have to admit, are starting to look older. Those glorious blue eyes may still be a Lethal Weapon, and while he is certainly not The Man Without a Face, it's weathered look has proven that not even Mel can stay Forever Young. As for Kevin, it would seem there's to be No Way Out of the thinning hair situation. There's nothing like a girlish infatuation with a movie star to make you feel youthful. However, when you realize that your star- struck idolatry is for an honest-to-goodness, middle-aged guy, you have to admit you're not a kid anymore. And for someone who's. already fighting hard to forget that time's passage is only going to further the alterations of mind and body, this reality check was kind of sad. So having recognized the truth, my ability to deny what's happening now completely shattered, I awoke one morning this past week further humbled by physical evidence. I was weary all over, my back was aching, my head pounding. To paraphrase an old saying, I had the mother of all hangovers. The problem was I hadn't been out the night before. Tottering out to the hall, pathetic in my acquiescence I stopped to check my e-mail. And saw the Senility Prayer: God, grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the g Jod fortune to run into the ones that I do like and the eyesight to tell the difference. The e-mail, which had come from my brother-in-law, then listed things that one discovers once older: 1. I started out with nothing and I still have most of it. 2. My wild oats have turned into prunes and All Bran. 3. I finally got my head together; now my body is falling apart. 4. Funny, I don't remember being absent- minded. 5. All reports are in; life is now officially unfair. ' 6. If all is not lost, where is it? 7. It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser. 8. Some days you're the dog; some days you're the hydrant. 9. I wish that the buck did stop here; I sure could use a few. 10. It's hard to make a comeback when you haven't been anywhere. 11. Only time the world beats a path to your door is when you're in the bathroom. 12. If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees. 13. When I'm finally holding all the cards, why does everyone decide to plarchess? 14. It's not hard to meet expenses... they're everywhere. 15. The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth. 16. These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter... I go somewhere to get something, then wonder what I'm here after. What a nice reminder that when it comes to aging, sometimes you just have to laugh. Social justice another buzzword