My hometown of Vancouver is a pretty city. Indeed one of the prettiest in my experience, and I have been in my life in a lot of fine towns, cities and boroughs in a number of countries through the years.
Vancouver has an astonishingly lovely mountain backdrop and the sea is omnipresent at its doorstep. It’s actually a rather magnificent burg.
I’ll admit, it has its downsides as well. There is the hideousness of the notorious Downtown Eastside, and the level of street crime and gangsterism is sometimes reminiscent of Chicago in the 1920s and early ‘30s. Shit happens. It’s a big city, and a seaport and has always been an entrepot for the international drug trade. Meanwhile inflated housing and rent prices are well beyond the reach of most, even in the middle classes.
But, Vancouver is also kind of a fucked place. The disgraceful happenings after last evening’s Stanley Cup final in which my hometown was smoked by Boston (let’s be honest, folks, Boston was the superior team) opened to the doors for yet another repetition for the street assholes to, well, take to the streets in their true asshole-ish fashion. ‘Assholes’ is too mild a world for such brain-dead human refuse but, sorry, I was trying to be polite.
And the ‘misbehavior’ was predicted and predictable. Chatting with a friend at coffee yesterday he said, “It won’t matter at all whether the Canucks win or lose, the assholes will be out there raising hell and destroying any positive tone established by the finals. Makes me sick.”
It’s not that Vancouver is the only site of such disgustingness from somebody’s youthful spawn – I assume such creatures have parents and they weren’t just spontaneously generated – it’s just that my hometown has become a bit notorious for appalling behavior by assorted wastes-of-space-and-oxygen. I mean, there are always the English football hooligans that have lowered the tone so much for the legitimate fans of the games. Lowered the tone so much that Brit fans have actually been banned by some EU countries. That’s pretty disgusting.
In this screed I am not blaming the legitimate hockey fans that were, from all accounts, exercising fine behavior at the end, despite their disappointment at the results of that final game. No, I am blaming, as is the case with Brit football trash, the morons who wouldn’t know a hockey puck if they were hit by one.
What motivates them? I have no idea. I do have a functioning brain and emotions, so cannot really identify with the ‘challenged’ in that regard. Of course, mob rule has something to do with it. But, my instinct, and I think the instinct of most is, if an unruly crowd begins to gather, an inner voice suggests: “Let’s get the hell out of here before this turns ugly.” Functioning people have such an inner voice.
How to deal with the cretin brigade? Well, I’ve always fancied the Singapore model of public floggings, and like it even more after last night. But, for some reason, we don’t countenance that. Hefty sentences? Well, at least they’d be with their peers. Attempt to shame them? Good luck with that. They are shameless.
But, something attitudinal is amiss in Vancouver. That is what needs to be addressed, though I am not quite sure what ‘that’ is.
And there is no medical antidote for chronic ‘assholeishness.’