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The Citizen, 2006-11-16, Page 5Final Thought Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do. — Benjamin Franklin THE CITIZEN, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 2006. PAGE 5. Other Views Stupid is as stupid does There is, as the cliche goes, good news and bad news on the human stupidity front, my friends. The bad news is, it appears we're actually getting stupider. The good news is, we may soon have an anti-stupidity pill to combat the condition. Scientists at Germany's Max Planck Institute for Molecular Genetics claim to have synthesized the world's first nostrum to combat natural bone-headedness. Maybe. In clinical trials, the German pill has definitely improved attentiveness and short- term memory. But only in fruit flies and lab mice. Still, it's a start — and not a moment too soon, I say. Other scientific studies indicated that humankind's intelligence arc seems to be flattening out, if not cratering. This is new. Back in the 1970s a political scientist by the name of James Flynn became famous when he showed that scores on IQ tests were rising year after year — an average of three points per decade. By the mid-1990s that was no longer true. Professor Flynn is still around — he's professor emeritus at the University of Otago in New Zealand — and he thinks he has an explanation. He attributes the rising IQ scores of the '70s and '80s to the trend to smaller families. This meant, the professor says, parents had more time to interact with each child. Now, he thinks perhapS we've reached our saturation point. "You can't really get the family much smaller than one or two kids," he says, and eventually people do want to relax." Oh, we're relaxing alright — especially our stupidity standards. Consider the tale out of New York, where Kelly Coakley, a 23-year-old / office worker, is suing Starbucks for refusing Ontario's political parties have bidden a fond farewell to the legislature's highest-ranking unelected official, which is a lot more than they were able to do for the last holder of the office. The governing Liberals and opposition Progressive Conservatives and New Democrats praised Claude DesRosiers, who has been clerk for 20 years and is retiring, as impartial and fair-minded. DesRosiers, although virtually unknown to the public, had the important task of advising MPPs who are named as Speakers, in sometimes heated debates off-the-cuff and later through lengthy written rulings, on maintaining the complex, restrictive but usually logical rules of the legislature. • This is somewhat different from when the last clerk retired. Roderick Lewis held the post for 31 years, having succeeded his father, Alex, who held it for 28 years. The son served during the long succession of Conservative governments, which started in 1943, and became a little too cozy with them. The Liberals and NDP felt he gave Speakers advice that favoured the Conservatives. David Peterson, Liberal leader in the early 1980s, confided to a colleague if he became premier Lewis would be "gone tomorrow." Peterson became premier in 1985 and a year later announced in the legislature it was his "sad duty" to inform it Lewis, 75, had told him he was retiring. But Lewis, who had never been known to raise an eyebrow to a premier before, offered a totally different version in the fiercest public squabble between a premier and appointed official in decades. to honour a coupon for one free, large, iced coffee. Starbucks says it was a mistake, that the special coupon was intended for a select handful of employees, but somehow ended up disseminated on the internet. Kelly says too bad — she wants compensation for her 'suffering' — to the tune of $114 million U.S. "A very conservative figure," her sleazebag lawyer purrs, considering how "betrayed" his client feels. It leaves me with just one question: whatever happened to nous? A lovely term, nous (rhymes with mouse). It comes originally from Ancient Greek but it's used by Brits to describe what we call common sense. There's not a lot'of it around these days, but I did find a couple of nuggets. Exhibit A: Jamie Lee Curtis. What are the chances that the child of two cinema megastars (Tony Curtis and Janet Leigh) would turn out to be anything more than a brain-dead, egocentric Hollywood brat obsessed with breast lifts, serial rock star lovers and collecting diamonds the size of pit- run gravel? Not Jamie Lee. According to a feature article in More magazine, Curtis has turned her back on plastic surgery and anorexic dieting. She is nudging 50 and sees no reason why she shouldn't have a 50-year-old body, complete with love handles and turkey neck. She wears her hair short because it's comfortable and she wears a man's watch Lewis said he never wanted to retire, but Peterson called him and said he had to go. The clerk said he would not leave unless the province met his demands. He had the same status as a deputy minister, but a smaller pension. Lewis wanted his pension raised from $38,400 to a deputy minister's $60,000, plus an extra $31,500 a year, an office and staff while he wrote a book about the legislature, the title of clerk emeritus and $117,000 to cover unused vacation and sick leave. Even some Tories felt he was asking too much. Lewis also played his trump card. A clause, appropriately dubbed "the Santa clause" had been put in the law in 1974, intended to make clerks more independent of pressure by politicians. It made no mention of when a Clerk should retire, but said he could be removed only for cause, which was interpreted to mean he would have to be proven physically or mentally unable to do his job and a motion saying this passed by the legislature. Lewis in a delightful shedding of his stuffy image also told treasurer Robert Nixon, who led the attempt to remove him, "go stick it in because she doesn't like to squint to see what time it is. And unlike so many Hollywood limo- liberals, she thinks for herself. "For years I hting out with really smart lefty people," she says. I was this Lefty girl. But you know what? I don't know where I stand on abortion. I don't believe the state has any right to decide what happens in a woman's body. But on the other hand my life has been immeasurably changed by being a mother to two adopted children. I wouldn't be a mother if someone had aborted them." Oh dear. Someone who doesn't see a hot- button issue in black and white. I found one more common sense hero. Robert Hughes is a transplanted Australian turned famous art critic. And he's nothing if not plain spoken. Awhile back on a return trip to Australia he was almost killed when a car full of thugs — all of them with criminal records and drug habits — rammed his- car at high speed. When he recovered he denounced his assailants as `lowlife scum'. The Australian media crucified him for it. They called him a snob and a bigot and told him to go back to America. Hughes' response? "I am, after all, a cultural critic, and my main job is to distinguish the good from the second-rate. I prefer the good to the bad, the articulate to the mumbling, the aesthetically developed to the merely primitive, and full to partial consciousness. I don't think stupid or ill-read people are as good to be with as wise and fully literate ones, consequently, most of the human race doesn't matter much to me, outside normal courtesy and the obligation to respect human rights. I see no reason to squirm around apologizing for this." How insensitive! How outrageous! How elitist! How refreshing. your ear." The Liberals became scared they would be embarrassed being seen trying to force out an official appointed to assure fairness and accepted most of Lewis' terms, although they persuaded him to drop the request for extra money for his work as an author. The government instead agreed to pay him $50 an hour if it called him in as a, consultant, but he was not seen much around Queen's Park again and died in 1998. In a book reminiscing about the legislature published in 1987, Lewis recalled that until the early 1960s women visitors to the legislature chamber were required to wear hats or place a scarf or handkerchief on their heads, "much to the annoyance of many." DesRosiers says there is nothing in writing that requires him to retire now, "but I am 64 and this is the time to leave." He is expected to be replaced by deputy- clerk Deborah Deller, who worked her way up from a guide conducting tourists around the legislature, pointing to ornate woodwork and portraits of former premiers, to respected administrator and expert on legislative procedures. This also would mean one of the few remaining male bastions at Queen's Park would fall. Rod Lewis would hardly know the place. Such good friends s ure it's only a television show, but the remark irked me. It's the comment of an imbecile, an affront to anyone/who sees literature as more than just sentences strung together for a moment's enjoyment. Well, that may be a little over the top, but I certainly don't understand the attitude. Jerry Seinfeld and George Costanza are sitting in the coffee shop discussing the latter's recent break-up. As usual, George has something to complain about, but for the first time ever, it seems quite justified from my armchair. George has left some books at the woman's place and fearing that he would be seduced back if he met her again, he asks Jerry to pick them up. Seinfeld on the other hand can't understand why they matter so much. "What is this obsession people have with books? They put them in their houses like they're trophies. What do you need it for after you read it?" To respond to the trophy statement I will quote another Seinfeld acquaintance, David Puddy, "Yeah, that's right." I wouldn't expect everyone to understand; really I'm not even sure I can explain why; but the sight of a shelf full of books is something I find comforting. And the answer to the last question is "To read again." You keep your friends, don't you? A circle of friends is comprised of those who respond to specific needs. There is the one who can offer the right words at the right time. Or the friend who effortlessly makes you laugh and reminds you to quit taking life and yourself so seriously. You call one to talk, another to play. Likewise with books. When it's a mood for old-fashioned mystery revisit Dame Christie's Poirot. Step away from ' reality and scare yourself silly in the process with Koontz's extremely likeable Odd Thomas. Hang out with Binchy in down time and stimulate with Steinbeck. I've known this almost as long as I've known that magic. unfolds between pages. However, it's become quite evident to me recently, how much one's mood can affect the choice of reading material. Obviously new books are regularly added to old, so I've undertaken a little project to thin out the inventory, a re-read from A-Z with the intent of saying goodbye to those I've outgrown, and hope they will bring pleasure to someone else. It has been enlightening. The initial surprise was when I picked up a book that I wasn't particularly enthralled with the first time through. It was like the new acquaintance you encounter at the end of a bad day. You give polite attention, but really just want the meeting to be over. A second, meeting, however, when you are in a more receptive mood to their particular brand of charm and you're captivated. Like that, this book was now a keeper. Then there was, the old stand-by that I've read over and over when the mood for it struck. I'll never get rid of it, but it was suddenly less appealing when chosen simply because it was next in line. It's like hooking up with the goofy friend when it's time to get serious. Suffice it to say the winnowing of my stock has not been exactly successful. ' Certainly, there are few surprises when you re-read a book. It's not, to paraphrase Seinfeld, like when you read Moby Dick the second time Ahab and the whale get chummy. But if I enjoy the company of a friend, I don't expect them to find fresh ways to entertain me. That they were able to do so in the first place is enough. Clerk brought new era to Queen's Park