Good lord we had no snow but flexis back in the 60’s yeah we got hurt parents paid to patch us up
“Fundamentally Changed America”. PC along with an unfettered legal system is killing a great nation.
I broke an arm sledding, by skidding out of control and hitting a tree. It wasn’t a tree on our lot, it was on a neighbor’s lot.
Did we sue? What? What’s suing?
We don’t need more liability plans, we need a change of heart in our populace. And to enforce that, we need judges with common sense.
Moving targets.
SWAT teams are smiling.
Life is just too dangerous to be lived.
I heard there is a smart phone app which allows you to do virtual sledding. Sounds like we are supposed to encourage kids to play yet Another video game rather than play in actual snow. Gees Louise.
When will they ban cars? About 100 people a day are killed in car accidents in this country. If the criteria here are that someone could get killed or injured by some activity, driving cars should be an activity which needs to be banned. Based on this reasoning that is.
I would not blame the cities for this one if they are getting hit with multi-million dollar liability claims. I’d blame the legislators and attorneys who set up the system to allow multi-million dollar claims. And I’d blame the parents who can’t accept that getting injured is a part of childhood that should not result in some type of jackpot payout. Everyone is looking for an easy payday, unfortunately.
But faced with the potential bill from sledding injuries”
Can’t we just eliminate all the Lawyers instead?? Or tax them at 110% of their Gross Revenue?
You can’t sled because you “might get hurt!”
But people can still ride motorcycles without helmets.
Government requiring us to do these “safety” things is ridiculous. We are each responsible for our own actions and the consequences thereof.
Time to outlaw public parks and playgrounds. Liability issues, ya know.
Until last night we haven’t had snow here in mid Indiana.
But over the weekend I did see one guy with an ATV towing another on a lawn chair fitted with wooden slats for skis.
This was on wet grass.
I can expect the impending crash video to go viral, LOL.
We must layer all trees with bubble wrap. Fill in all valleys and low spots. Level all hills and mountains. Then require helmets, eye protection, dust masks and padding at all times (indoors and out) for everybody. Ban all risky activities and behaviors. It’s for the children!
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Just outlaw lawyers.
Young lads who grow-up never having careened out of control on a sled turn out to be Pajama Boy.
In 1774, John Malcolm was a Crown customs collector, based in Boston. At that time Boston had had five years of civic tension culminating in the Boston Massacre. Malcolm, like most Crown representatives didn't much like the Bostonians and harboured smouldering resentment against the uppity locals who had been resisting Crown authority since the Stamp Act in 1768. They made his job difficult. Malcolm had more reason than most to hold a grudge against the colonists. He had only recently had a run-in with the good people of Portland, Maine on a customs matter over which they had disagreed. The Portland folks saw fit to tar and feather Malcolm but were kind enough to allow him to remain clothed for the treatment. A prideful man who was impressed by his own authority this didn't sit well.
In the snow covered streets of Boston in January Malcolm was run over by a boy sledding in the street. Malcolm, his temper getting the best of him, raised his cane to strike the boy. George Hewes, a local shoemaker, intervened and Malcolm turned on Hewes. At first, Malcolm tried to overawe Hewes with his social rank - being a gentleman and, in Malcolm's mind, a hero of the French and Indian War. Hewes took the vituperation of Malcolm with a grain of salt and retorted "Be that as it may, I was never tarred and feathered." That was the match to Malcolm's tinder and he flew at Hewes and struck him a near fatal blow to the head with his cane.
The town of Boston was electric with tension between the locals and Crown representatives and word of this attack spread almost instantly. A crowd gathered at Malcolm's house while he shouted out a window, relishing baiting the crowd into an uproar, and flourishing with his sword, eventually stabbing one man in the chest.
The crowd swarmed the house, forcing Malcolm to retreat to the second floor. Malcolm was eventually disarmed and the crowd seized him, tied him, put him on a sled and dragged him through the town as brickbats rained upon him.
After pulling him by the wharfs to pick up a barrel of tar, the mob took him to King St, by the Town House, where political rallies were customarily held and where the Massacre had occurred.
In the chill of the coldest night of a Boston January Malcolm was stripped, dislocating his arm, and hot tar daubed on his bare skin, burning his flesh.
Feathers then were applied to give what was then called the "modern jacket". Malcolm was then paraded, both burned and freezing, from one end of the town to the other and back. At the Liberty Tree they threw a noose around his neck and threatened to hang him if he didn't denounce the Governor and the Customs Commissioners. He refused but they didn't hang him. Instead they paraded him back to the far end of town again, eventually rolling him out of the cart at his home "like a log."
Malcolm wasn't the first or last to suffer from the people's anger. In the time before Concord and Lexington many Crown representatives as well as colonists in government positions suffered their houses to be ransacked, demolished or fired and their persons to be insulted most cruelly. Soon, the British Regulars - the Redcoats - the Crown's SWAT teams of the time - which had been withdrawn after the Boston Massacre in an attempt to calm matters were returned in force and Boston was placed under martial law.