Vicroads – WTF????

Thursday was Remembrance Day marked to remember the end of World War 1.   It is traditional in my country to wear a Red Poppy and as a mark of respect to observe a minutes silence at 11 am.    I have attended the funerals of many relatives of mine who have served our country and have placed red poppies on their coffins or in their graves.    It was great to see the number of young people this week wearing poppies, pinned on suits and t-shirts, dresses and blouses.    That for me is a wonderful sign for our future.

In my home town of Melbourne the Shrine of Remembrance was designed so that at precisely the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month a sunbeam would shine through the roof of the cenotaph and illuminate a memorial in the base of the building.  When daylight saving was introduced a mirror was set up to intercept the beam and ensure that it still passed at the correct time.

This week we got the news that Vicroads, our vehicle registration, licensing and road construction and maintenance authority had decided that they would no longer observe the minutes silence.  In fact what they said was –
“VicRoads have not observed a minute’s silence for a number of years as they are conscious of possible different cultural issues and don’t wish to cause offence.”

And in saying that, they have offended my culture and those of any person who believes that we should remember the sacrifices made and the fact that the end of wars is far more important to remember than the start of them.   This is Political Correctness gone mad once again.   The idiot that thought this was a good idea ought to be sacked.   The goose who wrote the press release ought to go back to school and learn a bit more about the difference between being culturally sensitive and understanding the reason for marking a day like this goes way beyond any cultural differences any of us may have.

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Politics and political incorrectness

And because we have a Federal election tomorrow and we have a female Prime Minister facing election for the first time I thought it might be fitting to include another politically incorrect post by quoting something heard from a female work colleague today who said –

“Did you hear that KFC has a new snackbox called the Julia.   It has two small breasts, two large thighs and a big red box.”

I don’t get….banning frisbees.

I hate political correctness, or at least the way the world now dictates we need to react to certain situation.  In the Sunday Herald Sun this week we read about two primary schools in Melbourne who have banned the use of frisbees in the playground in case some kid gets hit in the head.

A Melbourne University stud has found that in other schools the following things have also been banned –

  • piggybacks 
  • tree climbing, 
  • tackling in football matches, 
  • running, 
  • trading cards or toys 
  • cling wrap in lunch boxes
  • Wooden cricket bats, 
  • marbles, 
  • charity bracelets and 
  • bringing GI Joe dolls to show and tell 

Is it just me or are we tying to take the kid out of kids these days.   Falling over and grazing your knee, or bruising an arm, and coping with a blood nose were all part of growing up when I was being raised, and what’s wrong with that?  We played chasey, humpo bumpo and British bulldog every lunchtime, when we weren’t kicking a football or playing basketball.  Sure we got hurt occasionally, ripped the knee out of our trousers and got blood on shirts, but we learnt all sorts of lessons that have stood us in great stead as we journeyed from childhood.  Things like how good it felt to win, and how it wasn’t bad to lose if you had tried hard.   We learnt that most of the time, pain doesn’t last, that we were good at some things and other kids good at other things.  We learnt team work, and competition and the value of striving, of trying to be the best you can be.

My lady just told me that when her daughter was at kinder they banned kids from playing the Lion King because one of them fell off Pride Rock and her mother complained.  Can you believe that?

Now what are we doing?  What the hell are kids supposed to be learning these days?  School is only partly about class room learning, it is more importantly about school yard learning, about socialising and learning how to win and lose, how to compete and strive.  It seems to me that we are forgetting that these days.  And why is it that most people agree with what I’m saying but we still allow these absurdities to happen?

I don’t get….banning frisbees.

I hate political correctness, or at least the way the world now dictates we need to react to certain situation.  In the Sunday Herald Sun this week we read about two primary schools in Melbourne who have banned the use of frisbees in the playground in case some kid gets hit in the head.

A Melbourne University stud has found that in other schools the following things have also been banned –

  • piggybacks 
  • tree climbing, 
  • tackling in football matches, 
  • running, 
  • trading cards or toys 
  • cling wrap in lunch boxes
  • Wooden cricket bats, 
  • marbles, 
  • charity bracelets and 
  • bringing GI Joe dolls to show and tell 

Is it just me or are we tying to take the kid out of kids these days.   Falling over and grazing your knee, or bruising an arm, and coping with a blood nose were all part of growing up when I was being raised, and what’s wrong with that?  We played chasey, humpo bumpo and British bulldog every lunchtime, when we weren’t kicking a football or playing basketball.  Sure we got hurt occasionally, ripped the knee out of our trousers and got blood on shirts, but we learnt all sorts of lessons that have stood us in great stead as we journeyed from childhood.  Things like how good it felt to win, and how it wasn’t bad to lose if you had tried hard.   We learnt that most of the time, pain doesn’t last, that we were good at some things and other kids good at other things.  We learnt team work, and competition and the value of striving, of trying to be the best you can be.

My lady just told me that when her daughter was at kinder they banned kids from playing the Lion King because one of them fell off Pride Rock and her mother complained.  Can you believe that?

Now what are we doing?  What the hell are kids supposed to be learning these days?  School is only partly about class room learning, it is more importantly about school yard learning, about socialising and learning how to win and lose, how to compete and strive.  It seems to me that we are forgetting that these days.  And why is it that most people agree with what I’m saying but we still allow these absurdities to happen?

We Don’t Use Paper

Meleah over at Momma Mia Mea Culpa posted an email from her mother recently about the Death of Common Sense and it got me thinking about political correctness and some of the absolute extremist dogma that I’ve seen over the years.

The original author of that post is Lori Borgman and it can be found here.

More than a decade ago now, when I was still in the police force, I was sent down to East Gippsland to monitor some anti-logging protests that were underway in some of our State Forests. During this particular protest there were a number of arrests and we were back at Orbost Police Station. There were the usual pot smoking, drum banging, caftan wearing, dreadlocked panoply of protesters I’d seen in the streets in any one of dozens of causes over the years.

One of the girls demanded to be allowed to go to the toilet and on exiting the door was waving her wet hands in the air, shaking the drops of water off.

One of the coppers saw that and asked “Are we out of paper towel in there?”

“No”, she said, “we don’t use paper!”

“What did you wipe your bum with then?” he asked.

We Don’t Use Paper

Meleah over at Momma Mia Mea Culpa posted an email from her mother recently about the Death of Common Sense and it got me thinking about political correctness and some of the absolute extremist dogma that I’ve seen over the years.

The original author of that post is Lori Borgman and it can be found here.

More than a decade ago now, when I was still in the police force, I was sent down to East Gippsland to monitor some anti-logging protests that were underway in some of our State Forests. During this particular protest there were a number of arrests and we were back at Orbost Police Station. There were the usual pot smoking, drum banging, caftan wearing, dreadlocked panoply of protesters I’d seen in the streets in any one of dozens of causes over the years.

One of the girls demanded to be allowed to go to the toilet and on exiting the door was waving her wet hands in the air, shaking the drops of water off.

One of the coppers saw that and asked “Are we out of paper towel in there?”

“No”, she said, “we don’t use paper!”

“What did you wipe your bum with then?” he asked.