okay, this? This is not cool.

Canada's oldest Jewish day school was struck by a firebomb yesterday

Note to religious fanatics assholes everywhere: Play nice or leave. Keep your damn quarrels and antisocial tendencies out of my country. I was going to say "keep them where they belong" but I can't think of anywhere they belong, so do the world a favour and try to cultivate a better outlook on life, mmmkay?

What is the point of coming here if you're going to bring your narrowminded bigoted ways with you?

EDIT: That sounds sorta anti-immigrant, which it wasn't meant to be. Note to assholes born in this country: You suck, too. More, in fact, because there's less excuse for you.

Either way, not cool.

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Reading Mrs. Jordan's Profession, which I bought for $2.99 remaindered when visiting raithen. It's great, but is making me very grateful for modern innovations like, e.g., birth control and women's rights. I don't think I'd make a good time traveller; I'm too fond of:

indoor plumbing (although they were starting to install baths and showers)
effective dentistry, optometry/ophthalmology, and anesthesia
the germ theory of disease, along with sterile technique and antibiotics
the vote

yep. those are good things.

spotted on the metro last night

Two boys, their voices not yet broken but just big enough to suggest they might be heading that way, dressed in the usual annoying hip-hop-esque style that makes me want to yank the childrens' pants down around their ankles... where was I? Oh yes.

On the opposite platform, with a flick-knife.

It was a wee thought disturbing, yet it somehow didn't seem like quite enough of an emergency to justify running over to the little intercom thingy and notifying Security. I find I'm not good with these judgement calls. I'm great in an emergency, not so good when deciding what to do with something that might or might not become one.

A case in point is the sofa incident last summer. As I pulled off the DVP onto the Bloor/Bayview exit, I noticed the cars ahead of me swerving around a large object in the middle of the road, which proved to be a sofa.

"Hm," thought I, "that could cause a nasty accident."

But I was driving at 60 km/h in heavy traffic, so it didn't seem entirely the right moment to whip out my cellphone and call... who? 911? Seemed extreme. And by the time I got to my parents' house 5 minutes later, I figured someone would have done something about it. (This is known as the Bystander Effect, I believe -- although rest assured that if it is a case of someone in actual need of fire, ambulance, or police intervention, I'm all about calling 911 even if I figure someone else probably already has. Not that it's ever done much good up to now, but that's another story.)

There in a nutshell you have what's wrong with the world today, I'm sure. Nobody wants to involve themselves.