Radio stations are so well-branded these days — you don’t hear call letters, just whatever their marketing name is — that it was literally years before I realized one of my favorites is actually in Canada. First it was a temperature reported in Celsius, then an ad for a tire store in Windsor, then, just the other day, a news report.
Of course I listened. I love Canadian accents:
“Windsor police released figures indicating they used less violence subduing criminals in 2012. Officers used their batons and Tasers in 10 percent fewer incidents…”
Batons and Tasers? The Detroit River is less than half a mile wide between the city it shares a name with and Windsor. And yet? It might as well be a thousand miles. I wonder if Detroit police even gather data on baton and Taser usage. It’s not like they shoot people willy-nilly either, although it happens.
How is it possible for a country to be so close, and yet so far away, in so many ways?
I have no answers. I barely have bloggage:
Roger Ailes, swell guy:
Not long ago, on a ball field near his place in Garrison, NY, his nephew accidentally hit a baseball through the window of a 2012 Prius parked in a church lot. The owners were Koreans who didn’t speak much English, and they were extremely agitated. “It’s just a damn window,” Ailes told them. “I’ll pay for the damn thing.”
The owner was indignant. “We pray, you curse,” he said.
“Fine,” said Ailes. “Then let’s pray over the fucking window. Maybe that’ll fix it.”
“It was a 10-minute incident that I turned into an hour,” Ailes said when he told me the story. “Hell, it’s lucky they didn’t recognize me. It could have turned into a goddamn international scandal. But I told them I was sorry ” He laughed. “Damn it, though, I was kind of glad that it was a Prius.”
There are a lot of places a person might stash a revolver in a pinch, but this one beats all.
Another Waterloo criminal goes down in history. I remember when this crime happened. I swear, that town is going to have to get some new signs for the city limits.
Sorry for lameness. I’m just bushed.