Some things should not even be stated
If you’ve watched any TV in the last five years, you’ve grasped that forensic science has made “great leaps and bounds” since the time of our old buddy Sherlock. Give the CSI gang a few cotton swabs, a microscope and an ultraviolet light source and any crime can be solved. Real life isn’t quite like that, though.
Police forces do what they can with evidence; sometimes the story is revealed, but all too often we’re left wondering about what is going on in a given situation. The media don’t make things any easier. Let’s face it, give a journalist a seed and he’ll grow you a tree. Or maybe a sunflower. Witness the situation in British Columbia, where a number of appendages (feet for the rest of us) have been found along the shores over the last year. Bones, mainly, wrapped in sneakers. There’s even been a fraudulent foot, but that’s a tale for another winter.
The public wants, nay, needs to know the story behind this story, but until the rest of the bodies are discovered, we can only make guesses or silly remarks. Or, we can prove that our knowledge of basic human anatomy, in particular referring to the number of appendages per person (think bipeds). The sinister or dextrous quantity of the found feet hasn’t been released, but today the RCMP filled us in.
The headline from the CBC website this evening should become a classic:
If I had paid to go to journalism school, I’d be reticent to admit where.
