...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

Ezra and the Beanstalk?: In the English fairy tale, a boy named Jack trades the family cow—its most precious possession—for a handful of beans.  Disgusted by her son’s lack of common sense, Jack's mother tosses the beans out the window. They take root in the soil, and grow into a huge beanstalk. Jack climbs the beanstalk, where he encounters a ferocious giant, who recites a mantra explaining his culinary preferences. (The giant likes to do to “Englishmen” what Jews have long been accused of doing to juicy young Christians and Muslims—i.e. smelling their “blood” and using it for their baked goods; might the tale be the true source of the English version of the “blood libel”?) Long story short, Jack ends up chopping down the beanstalk and killing the giant.

In Canada—no fairy tale—the citizens have traded their most precious possession—free speech—for a handful of fatuous promises about “human rights”. The apparatus that manages the “rights” has taken root and blossomed into a monstrous plant that is sapping the lifeblood out of our body politic. Meanwhile, the “giants”—the anti-hate industry—grow ever stronger, while the people grow weaker.

I’m not sure how the rest of the story turns out. Let’s say it’s a work in progress.

Posted by: scaramouche at 09:28 | link | comments

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