Before I get to my main topic for today I would like to say a few more words the ongoing saga of Tiger Woods.  Naturally the covers of yesterday's and today's New York Post featured more pictures of that pathetic putz.  What else can you call him?  With his family and millions of dollars on the line he chooses to behave like a selfish spoiled child.  He is the poster boy for all those immature and ego maniacal males and females out there who because of fame or fortune feel that they are untouchable and not suject to any of society's rules.  Even by today's low moral standards (how much further can society degenerate before it hits rock bottom?) Wood's behaviour is beyond the pale.  One, two, or maybe even three but with the possibilty of more than fourteen surfacing, he is even worse that Alex Rodriguez who at least picked women of quality such as Madonna and Kate Hudson to fool around with.  Enough of Tiger Woods already.  It's time to move past this train wreck.

And now for something completely different.  Several days ago I returned from a visit to my hometown of Toronto.  I'll just assume that anyone reading this blog has heard about this city even if it's only from watching HGTV.  Anyway Toronto is the capital of the Province of Ontario (country Canada) and sits on the northern shore of Lake Ontario approximately across the lake from Rochester, New York.  Despite "global warming" it still gets very cold in the winter and its fair share of snow.  In the summer it gets quite hot but unfortunately the character of its citizens has been much more influenced by the winter weather and by the CalvinistProtestants who were its founding fathers.  As a rule Torontonians don't like to speak to strangers expecially in public places, so if you have the misfortune of finding yourself in the city don't try to start up conversations with people on the street.  They will either  ignore you or look at you like you are crazy and walk away quickly.  If someone is receptive they are probably from somewhere else.  I have found that ex-Montrealers can be pretty friendly that is unless they have lived in Toronto too long.  However, a small item in yesterday's NY Post indicates that Torontonians may be thawing out.  Apparently during a recent visit to Toronto,  the new wonder singer Susan Boyle  was attacked while walking on the street by a crazed female fan who tried to kiss her to death.  Fortunately she survived.  My guess is that the fan was a tourist. 

By this time anyone who might be reading these words is probably yawning and wondering who cares about Toronto and they would be justified because even Torontonians don't care about Toronto aside from their own little personal interests. The reasons that I feel compelled to write about this nondescript city are one, that I lived there for most of my life, and two, I am using it as a cautionary tale of what happens to a place when political correctness is allowed to run amok and make it unliveable for its citizens.

To be continued......

We are now in the twilight zone.

The reason for this blog is to indulge my obsessive need to express  thoughts and opinions which have been accumulating in my cerebral closet for the past sixty odd years.  Not only does it keep my head from exploding but it also spares my family and friends from having to listen to my daily diatribe against contemporary society.

The world has changed so much in the last forty years that I feel as though the earth that I inhabit today is not the same one that June Cleaver lived on but is rather an earth that exists in a parallel universe or at the very least one that is standing on it's head.

My problem is that I start every day by reading the newspaper which I am told I shouldn't do if I want to keep my blood pressure from rising.  For instance this morning's  New York Post had (what a surprise) Tiger Woods on the cover.  For the past two weeks we have seen pictures of his various mistresses, his smashed up car, his mother, his mother-in-law being rushed to the hospital, his betrayed wife, her new house in Sweden, his old house, his high school sweetheart.  What's left?
And right next to the picture of Tiger there is a picture of the infamous Ashley Dupres with an announcement that she is the paper's new sex columnist.  Who would have believed forty years ago that an ex-call girl, a woman of the street, Eliot Spitzer's former paid hooker would be giving out advice to the lovelorn in a legitimate? newspaper.  What would Ann Landers say or Dear Abby?  But standards really have changed haven't  they.  What used to be a cause of shame is now just another revenue stream.

Getting back to Tiger and his tsures.  I blame the parents.  In their haste to cash in on their talented little tyke they created a championship golfer who in appearance may look like a grown man but emotionally and psychologically is really a child.
He acted like a kid in a toy shop who could pick out any toy he wanted and as many as he wanted.  And like all children who have too much, once he got tired of playing with the toy he just threw it away.  What is surprising is that he picked out such cheap toys.

Unfortunately Tiger Woods is just one example of this harmful phenomenon in modern society where adults refuse to put away their childish things and act like grown-ups.  Theodore Dalrymple a British psychiatrist and writer who has written extensively about the disintegration of present day standards and morality particularly in Britain refers to this stunted behaviour as "the infantilisation of society."  And it comes at a great price because we now have adult children looking after real children with the result that the latter have now become society's most vulnerable and endangered species in spite  of what those crazy environmentalists are protesting about.