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Saturday, June 4, 2016

Costco Brawl 2016: Thunderdome


Or one could call this Canadians Behaving Badly.

Two incidents made the news here in recent days, both involving bad behaviour. One incident spread the blame among a bunch of nitwits. The other? Well, it’s more or less a criminal act that might also be the act of someone who isn’t quite playing with a full deck of cards. Both involve being in a retail setting, and both ended up making me shake my head with dismay.


The first of these took place in a parking lot of a Costco in the city of Mississauga, which lies to the west of Toronto in the region of Peel. That’s a city I know reasonably well- I grew up to the west of there out in the countryside. It seems a small group of shoppers, all of whom were eager to park in pretty much the same spot close to the entrance, went from yelling at each other to brawling with each other. Grown adults, men and women, slugging each other and scrapping like they were all drunk and pissed off. Hell, maybe they were drunk.


One wonders what occupies the mind of such a cranky sourpants obsessed about getting the best nearby parking space for a Costco. It’s not as if giant big box stores like this are really worth getting into in the first place- one of my versions of Hell would be a giant big box store where you’re doomed to wander forever. But when you’re visiting such a place, perhaps for 300 boxes of cereal, or whatever the hell kind of bulk product you’re interested in (full disclosure: I’ve never been in a Costco), parking near the entrance is a really dumb idea.


Not that the sort of people who get into fights over a parking spot would realize it’s a really dumb idea.

No, if you’re parking near the entrance, you’re subjecting your car to the very strong possibility that it’s going to get dinged by shopping carts from some half-witted knuckle dragger unloading his dozens of bags of salt and vinegar chips. It’s better to park further away from the building where there’s actual spaces and less stray shopping carts. Not that this would occur to morons dumb enough to pick fights with other morons in a parking lot.


And it’s not as if parking close to the entrance is really going to save them that much walking time. I mean, big box stores by their very nature are inherently places where you’re going to be walking. And walking. And walking some more. Did I mention the walking? They’re big enough that you need maps to get around the cavernous spaces for whatever you came in for in the first place. So you’re going to be getting your exercise... unless of course you’re driving one of those golf carts and beeping at people to get out of your way.


So here we have it- a bunch of suburban halfwits, slugging it out and getting caught on video and uploaded to Youtube, acting like six year old brats screaming and throwing tantrums because they’re not getting their own way or being told they have to finish every scrap of those beets, because there are children starving in Africa. These are supposed to be adults? Were they not paying attention when they were growing up? Of course not. And given that they’re doing this sort of thing, it’s too late at this point in their lives to change. They're stuck in permanent stupid asshole mode.


The other incident happened in the town nearest to where I grew up. Georgetown’s a town in the northern reaches of Halton Region, which lies west of Peel. This incident brought in the police and made the newspapers because of the amount of violence and the rage involved. Only instead of a group of halfwits all having a mutual stupid moment, this involved someone who may or may not be playing with a full deck of cards. It’s a pretty reasonable suggestion given the circumstances.

The setting? A Wal-Mart, of course. The store is one of the anchors in the lone mall in town (at least I assume it’s still the only mall in town). A Wal-Mart would be a typical sort of place for such a meltdown, if you think about it. Wal-Martians are a peculiar lot of people, after all.


A thirty nine year old woman, named in the papers, was arrested after attacking a child- knocking out a tooth in a six year old girl. Yes, you read that right, attacking a girl.

According to the reports, it was totally unprovoked. She then proceeded to carry on dashing through the store, attacking four other people before being arrested and hauled out by the police. A comment on social media came from a witness, who said it took several officers to escort her out, and she was yelling the whole time.


That’s not the act of someone who’s got it all together, mentally speaking. Whether or not this woman is mentally ill will have to be determined.

This is the sort of thing that inspires a whole lot of chatter on social media. Some parents would be inclined to say that if she’d done that to their child, there wouldn’t be enough of that person left to bury. Others, more wisely, note that their instincts would be the protection and comfort of their child rather than running after the lunatic who’d already done what she did. Many were foaming at the mouth about the concept of someone who’s mentally ill and thus not criminally responsible getting off on charges- even though at that point formal charges weren’t part of the picture.


There was one comment in the mix that particularly bothered me. A troll by the name of Lorne, supposedly a veterinarian, came up with this comment:

No one has had the courage to state that if the child or children in question were running around the store misbehaving as most of today's parents are inclined to allow, then perhaps it's the parents of said children who should have their teeth knocked out and then be banned from the premises. Why is it we have come to believe that rude uncontrolled behaviour is acceptable just because it's a child ??? Grow up. Train and discipline your children.


As you can imagine, no one was impressed by the troll. One person suggested by that logic, if he didn’t like how someone was behaving, that gave him the right to just beat the crap out of them, no matter if it was a child, disabled person, or elderly person- any degree of irritation was sufficient cause. These comments I agreed with.

Only an intellectually below-average, uncivilized person would genuinely think that a child running around a store makes it okay to grab them and throw them to the ground. That doesn't teach children to behave, especially if they don't know why they're being attacked. It only teaches them that psychopaths exist in society.

She violently attacked 5 people for no reason, including a 6 year old girl. Or are we to assume that all 5 people were acting up? Besides, there is never a reason to grab a 6 year old by the hair and throw them to the ground. And to your second point, if she had done this anywhere else in the world, there is a good chance she might have been beaten to death by an angry mob before the police showed up.


For my own part, I had this to say:

Wow, Lorne. I mean, just wow. I know I don't particularly care for children, but when I see kids misbehaving and throwing tantrums, my reaction is to just walk away, not say something like the parents should have their teeth kicked out and banned from the store. You, pal, really are an asshole.

I find myself wondering if colleagues at Lorne’s veterinarian practice, whoever that might be, understand what sort of person he is. I know I certainly wouldn’t want to work with such a complete asshole.


As to the suspect herself? Well, time will have to tell if she’s mentally unbalanced, was just having a horrible day, or is in fact by nature a thoroughly unpleasant person but yet of sound mind and capable of standing trial.  It’s a different matter with the Costco parking lot brawlers, who should know better, but clearly were raised to be petulant morons with no consideration for others.

I can just see it now. The same kind of tacky tabloid producers who brought the world the Bumfight videos (yes, those are real) coming up with a new home video idea.

Wal-Martians Gone Nuts, The Thunderdome Edition. 

Monday, June 9, 2014

Charge Of The Rampaging Sloths

Some links to see to before I get started. Yesterday was a Sunday, so we had a Snippet Sunday post.  Have a look at Krisztina's peculiar pic of the week. Shelly had some thoughts for the weekend at her blog. Cheryl had her cats front and center at her blog. The Happy Whisk had this funny pic at her blog. And Parsnip had a Square Dog Friday post before the weekend.

Now then, this is another one of those multiple images that otherwise don't have a theme blogs. Enjoy, and tell me which tickles your funny bone!


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

Before we get started, some links for you to peruse. Norma's been under the weather in the last few days, but today has a new blog up, talking about Christmas with her grandfather. Take a look at AngryParsnip's Christmas decorations. Lynne has Fluffy and George debating Santa. Maria re-posts a blog on being addicted to reading. Go on over to Krisztina's blog for winter photography. If you're already tired of winter, check out Gina's look at Key West. Have a look at a wall of ice in this photoblog. And since this is a dog blog, we must check in with two rascal hounds. Whose adventure continues here.

Now then, Christmas is nearly upon us, but before then, we've got ourselves two dog and cat blogs to see to. As always, I'll start with the hound's point of view. And there'll be more dogs and cats to be found in my Christmas Eve blog...


7:15 AM. Waking up. Dreamed of a white Christmas. Of course, this being Canada, we generally do have white Christmases. 


7:20 AM. Doing my rounds of the house. The human is still upstairs. Checking the calendar. It's Christmas Eve today. I remember last year. The human confusing me to no end with Christmas trees in the house, the irritating nephews and nieces showing up and using me to pull a sled....


7:35 AM. Good morning, human? How are you on this fine day? How about some Christmas Eve morning breakfast? You can even mix fruitcake in with my kibbles...

Except if it's Aunt Bernice's fruitcake. I swear, that woman makes something with the consistency of cement...


7:42 AM. Wolfing down breakfast. No fruitcake, but kibbles are always welcome.


7:45 AM. The human tells me she'll be having Christmas dinner over at her sister's place tomorrow. Asks if I'd like to go along.

Well, after careful consideration, someone must hold down the fort here. Send my regrets along, but any chance to keep a wide berth between myself and your nephews and nieces must be seized upon.


7:50 AM. Out the door for a run. Feels fresh and crisp and cold today. Is there anything in the world better than winter?


8:10 AM. Racing through the snow in the backfields, barking my head off, having a glorious time.

I wonder if that irritable cat is out today. I should wish her a Merry Christmas. Peace on Earth and goodwill to dogs and cats and all that...


9:15 AM. Back home. The human's car is gone. Uh oh. Sniffing around to estimate how long she's been gone. Did she still have last minute Christmas shopping to do?


9:20 AM. Sitting on back porch. Spotting movement at the treeline. I wonder if it's that annoying squirrel. 


9:21 AM. No, it's the cat from down the road. I approach with great caution, wagging my tail to show my friendly intentions. Note to self: if she hisses, back off. I've been clawed by her before...


9:22 AM. Merry Christmas, kitty cat. How are you this fine day?


9:23 AM. I roll over on my back exposing myself to possible attack to indicate that I seek no hostilities. The cat looks at me with a suspicious glare. Come now, my feline neighbour... can't we let bygones be bygones? Sing carols together? Conspire together to steal Santa's milk and cookies? You can have the milk and I'll take the cookies....


9:24 AM. The cat asks what I'm up to. What? Why do I have to be up to something?

She walks away in a huff. 

At least this time she didn't swat me with her claws.


10:48 AM. Spotting the evil annoying squirrel running among the trees. I bolt right for the nearest tree and bark furiously. The evil annoying squirrel being an evil annoying squirrel, he chatters and taunts me from high up on a branch.

Is he giving me the finger????


11:00 AM. The squirrel continues to taunt me from his safe refuge high above.

Where's a good chainsaw when you need one?

One of these days, squirrel, you and I will have a reckoning.


11:03 AM. My barking is interrupted by the sound of the car returning. It must be the human!


11:04 AM. The human's taking packages and bags out of the backseat. She looks exhausted....


11:05 AM. The human tells me it was beyond crazy at the mall in town. Last minute shoppers were everywhere.

At least you didn't leave your last minute shopping for six hours from now...


11:12 AM. Sniffing at the bags. Something in there smells distinctly like premium dog biscuits and doggie toys.


2:45 PM. Waking up from good nap. Fireplace always makes me sleepy this time of year. The human is baking. Brightly coloured packages are under that Christmas tree...


6:50 PM. Dinner time! The human is having something insanely delicious smelling... she calls it beef bourguignon. I do get some beef chunks in my bowl along with dinner rolls dipped in stew sauce. She tells me that stews are the sort of meal a dog would make a mess of.

Are we never going to get past the spaghetti incident?


8:05 PM. The human has Christmas music on. Metallica is performing Silent Night. Isn't that a contradiction in terms?


9:20 PM. The human heads off to make a call. There's a plate of slices of something called stollen on the coffee table. Smells delicious... I wonder if she'll miss one slice?


9:21 PM. Mmmmmm.... tasty tasty tasty... is that a hint of rum in this cake?


10:05 PM. Lying flat on my back. Oh.... just how much rum was in that cake?


11:50 PM. The human is turning out the lights for the night. She bids me a good night and tells me I've been a very good doggie this year. Despite the spaghetti incident?

I'll see you in the morning, human. If that Santa person shows up in the middle of the night, I'll advise him not to eat anything with rum in it....