viva mexico glourios Disorder.

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that’s the point of view from one Canadian tourist very interesting.

is her only point of view.

Puts Nanny State to Shame.

Having just returned from a week in Mexico.It is Just like Canada- 30 years ago.

People smoke in restaurants.

they ride in the back of pickup Trucks.

there not appear to be seat-belt laws (or, frequently, seat belts).

Half the pasty-white population of Canada frolick in the water with nary a lifeguard in sight.

A vacation builder from the United States stood poolside and gazed dumbfounded at the construction workers

clambering, untethered,high atop the concrete skeleton of the condo complex being erected next door.

“observed the American, his voice a mixture of admiration and horror.

it was, in short, gloriously unregulated- just like Canada used to be back When the kids could take peanut butter sandwisches to school and skate with out helmets.

In Mexico, smiling street vendors served up food that had basked in the sun longer than an Albertan after a six-margarita breakfast. the waterfront walkway had no railing, not even a yellow line along the edge to prevent inattentive strollers from tumbling, lemminglike, to the jagged rocks far below. Parasailing tourist soared high in the sky before plunging straight into the beaches packed with first-time jet skiers-and not one of them had to sign a liability waiver before doing so.

One new year’s Eve, the fireworks burst directly overhead and fell at the feet of delighted celebrants, The floor of the bus that carried us downtown was fissured with thousands of cracks,just one pothole away from exploding into cloud of rust-coloured dust.

the municipal planner appeared to have been drunk. All the properties in town seemingly been tossed into a giant paper bag, given a good shake and dumped on the ground in a dizzyingly haphazard manner. A gated mansion sat by a Quonset hut crammed with truck tires, which was beside a franchised chicken joint, which was next to a cornfield, followed by a car lot, a hospital and farmhouse. to repeat: the disorder there was glorious.

In Canada, we have allowed ourselves to be regulated, sheltered and shephered to the point our national costume should be flouresent-orange safetyvest. we have banned lawn darts,mandated bicycle helments and robbed our playgrounds of any apparatus that spins until you trap a limb/throw up /have fun

Few of the rules in which we wrap ourselves are objectionable when viewed in isolation (smoking in restaurants? yuck! bleh! ptooey!) but the cunulative effect of all these directives is a nanny state tht smothers us until we are incapable of moving, of making our own decisions.

the result is a society with a false sense of security. It absolves us of any personal responsibility.Coffe too hot? Sue Mc donald’s. slip on the sidewalk? The city should have cleared the ice. Fall off the Cliff?

there should have been a warning sign.

So viva Mexico! Down with over regulation and those who would inflict it upon us.

by times colonist.

reader’s digest of feburary ca.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. i am the son
    Jan 28, 2008 @ 05:36:05

    The Times Columnist was right.

    So viva Mexico! Down with over regulation and those who would inflict it upon us.

    You have to keep your eyes open in Mexico. But what a glorious way to live, even if you are responsible for yourself and there is no government “nanny” to look after you. The freedom is there. I lived there for years and although events forced me to leave, I an just a small minority. Mexico is a land of emotion. You love it or hate it.

    I love it. Especially near the ocean. There are many things you have to overlook, but once past that you see the beauty, hear the music, have a cervasa and laughs with friends, the roadside taco stand, the folklore. In many places it is going back in time, until you see the street vendor talking on a cell phone. A land of diversity.

    Viva Mexico

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