Two sets of parents are suing the Greater Toronto Hockey League, one of its clubs and four coaches for $25,000 each because their sons were cut by the Avalanche Minor Sports Club midget junior A team during tryouts in April.
I'm not a hockey fan, but if this suit succeeds it would seem to spell the end of professional hockey as we know it. The farm teams will have to take everybody and anybody so as not to hurt their feelings. I guess at least it would make for less violence in hockey. If being cut from the league hurts their feelings, what will being punched in the nose do to them?
Are you friggin' kidding me???????? Getting cut from team sports is part of life for athletes. If these kids feelings were hurt soooooo bad by getting cut, it sounds like the parents weren't doing their jobs by providing these kids with the proper life skills to deal with negative events in their lives. Can't wait to see what happens when they fail a test in school or get canned from their job at the fast food joint, more law suits to be sure! Un-freakin believable!!!!!!!!! I'd be embarassed if those were my parents.
These parents better watch out cause when these boys get into their 30’s, and are told it’s time to leave the nest, they’ll sue their parents for child abandonment.
THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains.
George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about.
On the television screen were ballerinas.
A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm.
"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.
"Huh" said George.
"That dance-it was nice," said Hazel.
"Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts.
George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.
Read the rest here: Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Wow what a concept, even trying hard is not enough in life. Don't sue someone becuase you kid learned a life lesson you should have prepared him for.
I think my parents generation needs to be sued for bringing up such a bunch of morons who have unfortunately procreated.
Hey we've tried really hard to defeat the Taliban but haven't. Maybe they should just surrender since we really really tried hard.
I'd be embarassed if those were my parents.
Once again the daycare generation proves that feelings take presidence over ability.
Holy fuck, what is this country coming to?
Us conservatives have been saying that for ages. I guess that makes you one of us now.
-J.
Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains.
George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about.
On the television screen were ballerinas.
A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm.
"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.
"Huh" said George.
"That dance-it was nice," said Hazel.
"Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts.
George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.
Read the rest here: Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Holy fuck, what is this country coming to?
Us conservatives have been saying that for ages. I guess that makes you one of us now.
Yeah, but because they've said it about the Boomers, the Gen x-ers, and now the Net generation, they sound like a broken record.
Of course, it shouldn't be surprising that conservatives complain about change, now should it?
Either way, this is one of the worst cases of helicopter parenting I've ever heard of.