Don’t jump to conclusions
I really shouldn’t watch the evening news. All too often, I’m left wondering who “forgot their meds”. Seriously. A bit like something out of a lurid graphic novel, if we take today as an example.
There was a traffic accident, south of the provincial metropolis. Two men, toppled by a “hit and run” driver. The police managed to deploy their magic carpets (the ones that puncture tires with nails), on the right road, within minutes. When the fleeing driver rolled in the ravine, the officers were all over him, and a one-sided shootout occurred. So far, so good. Might make page 4, tomorrow.
Until a carefully posed question in Parliament, by a member of the ruling party. “Had there been a terrorist attack, a little earlier?” And the PM was prepared, with briefs and talking points. As my kids would put it, WTF?? Let’s not jump to conclusions, but certain anomalies are manifest.
Who knew what, when? We know where. And what about why? The police usually can’t find the exit from the donut shop, much less get their traffic controls in place within minutes. And how did the political class get all over this one so fast? Inquiring minds want to know. In the current “we’re at war, dagnabbit” world of the Party of One, we probably won’t.
In passing, Michael Harris has a new book out (see the title, just above), and I want to read it. Not that there’s anything new revealed, but MH does have a way of putting the dominoes in an interesting row, ready to topple for my amusement.
