Chance does things funny.
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Just as I denounced, in my column yesterday, the inaction of the health system, our Bureau of Investigation told us that in a CHSLD infested with vermin, we had been waiting for several months… to plug a hole in a wall where mice passed!
Months!
To plug a hole!
Hello?
Go to the pharmacy, buy some steel wool, kick it in the hole, and it’s over, we don’t talk about it anymore!
Cibole!
Do I have to fill out forms in triplicate to fill a hole?
Set up an interdisciplinary consultation table?
Ask Éric Caire to publish a call for tenders to purchase special software allowing all players in the system to discuss the best strategies to adopt to neutralize the invasion of rodents in health institutions in administrative zone 03?
WE’RE IN QUEBEC, HERE!
Who knows?
The mice and cockroaches that roam the walls of this CHSLD may belong to an endangered species, like chorus frogs.
They would then have to be caught and moved to their “natural habitat”.
Or exterminate them with a bow and arrows so as not to make them suffer too much.
Remember the story of these parents from the South Shore of Montreal who wanted to paint the walls of the school their children attended.
They were told: “Woah, woah, woah, calm down!” Where do you think you are? In Teutonia? We’re in Quebec, here, that’s not how it happens!
“Do you have competency certificates awarded by the Commission de la construction du Québec? A permit from the Building Authority? Are you part of a certified union?
“Does your project meet workplace safety standards? Is the paint you plan to use environmentally friendly? Are you going to climb on a stepladder? If so, is the person who will hold your stepladder a member of the Professional Federation of Stepladders of Quebec?
Result: the parents gave up and returned home.
As JFK said (unless it was Ti-Gus and Ti-Mousse): “Don’t ask what you can do for your country, just sit in your living room and mind your own business.”
LITTLE PONEY
As I wrote at the end of my column yesterday when talking about Minister Dubé’s future Top Gun: “It’s great, appointing an individual capable of piloting a Grumman F-14 Tomcat fighter.
But if the control tower is run by Ronald the unionist and Pauline Joncas-Pelletier the bureaucrat, the Top Gun won’t go far…”
In 1868, the Hautes-Laurentides were cleared with axes.
One hundred and fifty years later, you have to wait three months to plug a hole in a wall.
To paraphrase Patrick Huard’s famous monologue on men, Quebecers went from broncos that galloped in the fields and kicked into stretchers to ponies that circled around a stick.
The best way to kill a people is to suffocate them in red tape…