Okay so I haven’t been writing much lately. I’m taking care of my aging dad—a vet who saw the worst of it at Ortona, for Canada. He took a bit of a spill but is coming along nicely, thank you.
I decided I needed to focus on getting him well as he passes through the national health care system which has operated at peak efficiency with minimum fuss and muss (take that Danny Williams you self righteous prig).
Still when something gets up your nose, it gets up your nose. The New York Times is running a piece today from the Associated Press under the link “IOC to investigate celebration” which reports in the most prudish, puritanical prose imaginable the horror of women hockey players “swigging” champagne and “guzzling” beer on the ice after the fans had left the building.
Frankly if the lot of them had run naked through Robson Square shitfaced I couldn’t care less, wouldn’t blame them and might even salute them. That The Times runs this kind of tripe is further evidence of one profound difference in our two cultures. To the south, there’s a market for moralizing pap even in the paper or record. Here, thank god, not quite so much.
