Thank you Edwin Dukes for a banner as well
Hope the blossom and buds survive.
Ever wonder what happens when predetermined laws and rules collide with common sense? This week there is a glowing example of that. ICBC once again put itself in the spotlight’s center stage. The insurance corporation decided to issue refunds of various amounts to customers dependent on a host of predetermined factors. The average refund is said to be 190 dollars, however the sliding scale determined that some would get as little as one dollar while others got considerably more.
What is the saying? Oh, yes “No good deed goes unpunished”
Receiving a one dollar check for me would be and insult and worse would be a gross waste of money. The check, the stamp the envelop, the letter of explanation and the processing costs more than the check. No one could possibly defend such an action it defies common sense. That is until you put on your Unthinking cap and see it through the corporations eyes. That’s when we shine a light in the fog and see how it makes sense to them.
First our perceived insult of one dollar, is seen by them as a gift.
We complain about them taking more and more.
They see it as “Giving a Little Something Back” emphases on a little something.
In the past people have had to get a lawyer to fight for their amount due. Originally government insurance was to mitigate that. Then the rate structure was an issue for many. Even worse and for no fault of their own governments intervened at times taking money to balance the budget. The problem is the Insurance Corporation is of value, but it has management problems Think about this for a moment. Private sector insurance companies in North America have come up with many programs like accident forgiveness. Well not exactly.
See many of the benefit programs were initiated by ICBC and were part of the program for a number of years and were adopted by the private sector for competitive reasons.
The other vexation for the public consisted of rate increases that were not fair increases. It turns out the former government allegedly took nearly a billion dollars to balance their budget. In turn the insurance corporation raised drivers insurance rates. Over time there has been many statements of verbal dissatisfaction with the corporation. Ironically some have never had a problem with them.
More than once I have been involved in an accident, and please note, none of them were my fault. Four times someone with a misplaced show of attention decided for whatever reason they wanted to run into me. Four times I was treated with respect and given fair compensation by ICBC.
The latest gaff, sending out a one dollar refund was not even measured on the common sense scale or the check would never have been sent right? Well it is not that simple. Going to the top of the page, the criteria was one dollar or more. That being the case one dollar checks had to be issued. It was also the intent that all drivers get something. Therefore we have to consider who’s logic is being applied in order to determine whether common sense was used or even considered.
Personally I think ICBC should have left well enough alone and not issued any checks at all. They could have avoided a lot of grief.
Well it’s time to remove my tongue from my cheek and wish all a very Happy Easter Weekend.
After Thomas Edison invented the phonograph in 1877, Americans were quite willing to believe there was no limit to his genius. They were sure he could solve any problem he focused his powerful mind on. Therefore, when the New York Graphic announced in 1878 that Edison had invented a machine capable of transforming soil directly into cereal and water directly into wine, thereby ending the problem of world hunger, it found a willing audience of believers.
Newspapers throughout America copied the article unquestioningly and heaped lavish praise on Edison. The conservative Buffalo Commercial Advertiser, in particular, waxed eloquent about Edison’s genius in an editorial that dwelled upon the good fortune of a man like Edison having been born in the progressive nineteenth century when his genius could be appreciated. “Let steady-going people whose breath has been taken away by the pace we seem to be driving at just now, take heart therefore,” it declared. “And be thankful that the genius of true benefactors of the race, like Edison, cannot now be crippled and blighted by superstition and bigotry, as it was when Galileo was forced to recant the awful heresy that two and two make four.”
The New York Graphic took the liberty of reprinting the Advertiser’s credulous editorial in full. Above the article it placed a single, gloating headline: “They Bite!”
Thanks to http://hoaxes.org
April 1st, 2021
Prompt: Why is your garden gnome wearing camouflage?
GARMENTS FOR THE GARDEN GNOME.
When conducting guests through my garden I expect to receive comments about the extensive variety of trees, or botanical questions relating to the taxonomy of my iris collection. Or concern for my roses, which suffer tragically from the predation of a herd of deer.
I do not expect to hear “Why is your garden gnome wearing camouflage?”
Secretly I had hoped that he was khakied sufficiently to make him invisible to my garden visitors. Sometimes you simply do not wish to have it known that you do, indeed, have a gnome. You know that is the single comment the local gardening grand dame will make when she can once again preside over a meeting of her exclusive gardening club.
I improvise. Quickly. The best method.
“The gnome was a gift from my sister’s family, so he does have a certain sine qua non.” (I adore Latin phrases, makes you sound as though you know something.) “But his original outfit, red gnome hat, pink polka-dotted shirt and lilac pantaloons; you know the look. That was distracting to butterflies. Particularly the Swallowtails. They kept flitting just above him, looking for the nectar that a ‘flower’ of such colours would normally produce.”
I kept a straight face. “Then there are the bumble bees. They are considered endangered, here. So I try not to make their lives any more difficult than they already are. I once saw six, grouped together on his belly, bumbling about and looking confused.”
My guest looked as though she might not be believing me.
“Then there are the deer. I know, I know. Most gardeners hate them, loathe them, fence them out. Hang soap bars in the rose bushes. Spread that noxious anti-deer liquid that smells so bad even the hardiest of persons does not want to visit those garden beds.”
My guest nodded. She knew.
“But my gnome sleeps near Rupert’s Pond, named for my French poodle. The water runs continuously, so is always fresh, and never freezes over. I think it may be the only water source in this area that is available all winter. So I welcome the deer. But I have seen fawns approach the pond, spot the gnome, then veer away, scared. Poor little things.”
I continue. “And of course hummingbirds. Sometimes a flock of at least six or seven would congregate above the gnome. One would make a sortie to his stomach while the others dive-bombed the brave one. I thought I was about to witness hummingbird homicide.”
I munched on a mint leaf. “Of course, if it was a bird that got killed that would not technically be homicide, so…”
My guest now openly snorted, a snort of disbelief.
“I can see you are still not sure about the camouflage. So I will tell you the truth.”
My guest leans in, waiting for the dope.
“Truth is, the gnome is wearing camouflage because his tuxedo is at the dry cleaners.”