Le hasard fait curieusement bien les choses.
• Also read: Cockroaches, mice, rats and even a squirrel at the CHSLD
Just as I was denouncing, in my column yesterday, the inertia of the health system, our investigative office informed us that in a CHSLD infested with vermin, they had been waiting for several months… to patch up a hole in a wall where the mice were getting in!
For months!
To patch up a hole!
Hello?
Go to the pharmacy, buy some steel wool, stuff it in the hole with your foot, and it’s done, we won’t talk about it anymore!
For Pete’s sake!
Do we need to fill out forms in triplicate to patch up a hole?
Set up an interdisciplinary consultation table?
Ask Éric Caire to publish a call for tenders to buy special software allowing all system actors to discuss the best strategies to neutralize the invasion of rodents in health institutions in administrative zone 03?
WE’RE IN QUEBEC, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Who knows?
The mice and cockroaches that roam the walls of this CHSLD may belong to an endangered species, like the false-cricket frogs.
They would then need to be caught and moved to their “natural habitat”.
Or exterminated with a bow and arrows to minimize their suffering.
Remember the story of those parents from the South Shore of Montreal who wanted to paint the walls of the school their children attended.
They were told: “Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down! Where do you think you are? In Germany? We’re in Quebec, it’s not how things work here!
“Do you have certificates of competence issued by the Quebec Construction Commission? A permit from the Building Board? Are you part of an accredited union?
“Does your project comply with workplace safety standards? Is the paint you plan to use environmentally friendly? Are you going to climb a ladder? If so, is the person holding your ladder a member of the Professional Ladder-Holders Federation of Quebec?”
Result: the parents gave up and went home.
As JFK said (or maybe it was Ti-Gus and Ti-Mousse): “Ask not what you can do for your country, just stay calm in your living room and mind your own business.”
LITTLE PONY
As I wrote at the end of yesterday’s column, referring to Minister Dubé’s future Top Gun: “It’s great to appoint 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 get far…”
In 1868, the Upper Laurentians were being cleared with axes.
A hundred and fifty years later, it takes three months to patch up a hole in a wall.
To paraphrase Patrick Huard’s famous monologue about men, Quebecers have gone from broncos galloping in the fields and kicking in the traces to ponies circling around a stick.
The best way to kill a people is to suffocate them with red tape…
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