Sweet jumpin’ Jesus! I knew things were bad but just when the hell did things go this far off the damned rails???
For decades now, the illustrious forces of Those Who Know What’s Best For You have been passing one law after another, for no other apparent reason than trying to put the Darwin Awards out of business. There’s actually still a statute on the books against “sexual congress” with polar bears. 😯 How the hell that one ever came about in the first place, I do not want to know…
Naturally, all this meddlesome governmental busybody-ness led to greater and greater intrusion into our lives on the part of those who believe right down to their bones that an individual is just too damned stupid to be trusted to act in their own best interests. That was all bad enough, but Big Nanny seems to have totally lost it with her latest stunt. It seems we can’t even be trusted to ride a damned escalator by ourselves anymore:
Anyone who has ridden an escalator and bothered to pay attention has seen – and likely ignored – little signs suggesting riders hold the grimy handrail.
In Montreal’s subway system, the friendly advice seems to have taken on the force of law, backed by a $100 fine.
Bela Kosoian, a 38-year-old mother of two, says when she didn’t hold the handrail Wednesday she was cuffed, dragged into a small holding cell and fined.
Why can I never be making this stuff up? The article also mentions that the victim (because that’s what she is: a victim of a maniacally overweening state) “had been sick and feared catching a new bug.” I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen some escalator rails that I wouldn’t have grabbed with Pierre Trudeau’s hand!
And just what does the Société de transport de Montréal, the malignant Nanny in question for our story, have to say about all this? Well, it’s basically the same thing that all tyrants have to say for themselves, of course. Just with a little customization to their interests:
it is forbidden for all persons to disobey a directive or a pictogram posted by the Société.
Yes, indeed comrade; we can’t have those stinking proletariats disobeying the Holy Directives now, can we? Now let’s just sit back and watch the show as they try to backpedal when the shit hits the Public Outrage Fan®.
At least it should be a way to kill a slow afternoon.