Media coverage of recent deaths involving Canamerican husbands focus on lionizing the deceased, instead of asking the tough questions about why these privileged men put themselves in the precarious positions that led to their deaths. In a gated resort community in Mexico last week, a newlywed dude decided to not walk his wife home from the bar on their precious honeymoon, choosing to remain in the booze hall to get in a fight with two security employees that led to all three parties’ lives being ruined by the power of a single misguided action. Mainstream news outlets quoted the wife about how her “bright shining soul” of a hubby was the type of guy who could be heard chatting in a room a block away, while highlighting how hard it has been for her to deal with such challenges as the transportation of his body home (which wasn’t covered by their travel insurance) and accessing the initial court hearing for the pair of Mexican workers charged with his death.
Many other questions could have been asked of the dead man’s mistakes, such as why he preferred to remain at the alcoholic establishment, rather than accompanying his wife home in a foreign country to their room to do what honeymooners are supposed to do? Also, why did the husband’s supposed friend bother to calm him down after his first fight with the two accused so that he could go back into the bar and cause more trouble, instead of sending his ass home to his wife in their room and stay out of harm’s way? Did any reporters care to ask what the Canamerican drinker had done to provoke the wrath of the Mexican hombres in the first place, who might have just been doing their job by controlling the behaviour of an intoxicated customer? Whatever happened to the old-fashioned notion of escorting your lover back to your hotel when out on a date, and especially when on honeymoon, as opposed to banging more beers with your buddy and leaving the wife to mourn for your lost life once things got more than a little out of hand?
The bizarro world of Nelsonia has been abuzz with the passing of one its Police State cops, with a convoy being held along the roadside attended by many and a packed event at the Capitalist Theatre where his virtues were extolled about how much of a wonderful family man he was. However, it seems that most everyone is ignoring the fact that the tragic victim of an avalanche decided to head out in conditions with his work partner that Avalanche BC described as being an environment full of “considerable” danger.
The definition of considerable is “notably large in size, amount and extent”, meaning that these two so-called peace officers chose to ignore all the necessary warnings they needed to decide to stay home with their beloved families instead of risking their lives for one measly day of adventurous fun. A lifetime of good times spent with the family in safe conditions, versus riding a gas-guzzling snowmobile into “notably large” avalanche danger and endangering dozens of rescuers’ bodies in the life-threatening process as they raced to save the poor decision-makers. The choice seems crystal clear in hindsight, doesn’t it?
The policemens’ platoon sergeant described the late officer as a “cheetah on cocaine” (while quoting a poor traumatized mental health patient who ran away from the cops one day), which is a questionable term that the sergeant who’s under investigation for undue battery of an arrest victim thought was funny enough to use as a ha-ha nickname around the station ever since. When weighing the reward of a few hours of adrenalized jollies, stacked against the risk of never seeing one’s family again and leaving them with lifelong sadness, grief & mourning, the equation seems obvious in favour of parking the sled until the snowpack is less treacherous. But elitist Nelsonia has an unwritten rule as quoted by the pigheaded sergeant that more than ten centimetres of snow the night before means that everyone has to go skiing or some such rich thing, “work be damned”, until at least eleven the next morning. So, this means that the white male power enclave of Nelsonia has a dictum reinforced and promoted at funerals by its Police State that everybody has to enter backcountry peril no matter what, even if said heavy snowfall could likely cause perilous avalanche conditions.
These two regrettable events don’t even include all the other family men who have perished doing what it is that they loved, which took them away forever from those they loved. Anyone who’s lived in snobby Nelsonia knows someone like the adventure movie entrepreneur who made the wrong decision to ski down an avalanche chute when their friends were advising them not to, or a famous father like the rally car driver and Youboob star who recently was at Baldhead Lodge with his lovely family for Xmas as documented on his internationally recognized social media feeds, and soon thereafter died in a high-powered snowmobile “accident”, leaving behind yet another widow and his fatherless children. The number on the list of dead-before-their-time bros is way too high already, and this doesn’t account for the next weekend warrior who just has to shred that champagne pow as encouraged by spoiled Nelsonian society at the risk of everything and everyone which they hold dear.
So here’s a thought for all you deadly dudes the next time you just have to get out there and get er’ done in a probably lethal avalanche zone or a potentially violent bar: stay home with your family members and lay low for once, you might just live to appreciate it.