Who do they think they're kidding

First off - my heartfelt sympathies for those unfortunates who have lost a loved one in this most avoidable tragedy - it needn't have happened.

For those readers who might have spent the last couple of days on the Matto Grosso, or who just returned from Outer Mongolia: a panic occurred during the latest 'raver' Love Parade in Duisburg, resulting in, at the latest count, 21 dead, and over 500 injured. A party venue suitable for about 250,000 visitors, according to experts asked, was forced to try to take anything up to 1,400,000, depending on whose figures you might trust. When kids going into the venue came up against kids trying to leave it (both entrance and exit were the same) it came to a jam-up and people panicked.

What really pisses me off are the attempts to transfer guilt and responsibility from different responsible institutions to anyone and everyone - main thing is: it weren't us!

One of the first ones I heard was an expert in panicking, how it occurs ,how to avoid it, and so on. He was one of the ones who developed the security measures used for the occasion. In a television interview he said, paraphrased: " if people had stuck to the rules developed for this occasion, the emergency security plan would have worked"... I listened to this with increasing incredulity - what on earth are emergency security plans supposed to be for? Certainly not for the law-abiding, calm, reasonable citizens - they don't need emergency plans - where they are the plans are superfluous. Emergency and contingency plans should be about how to help those unfortunates who don't abide by the rules when the going gets tough. If that's the attitude of an expert to the job, then I consider it weak.

Next up was the local police force, who argued that they had warned the organizers that their contingency plans were insufficient; that the escape routes were too narrow, that the venue was unsuitable, and so on and so on. They blamed the organizers for what happened. Again, I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing - who, if not the police, or other authorities, would be in a position to ban the event if they were of the opinion that security wasn't up to scratch.

I could continue the litany, including the local politicos, such as burgomasters and the like, who also hurried to blame others, or exonerate themselves by pointing out that others had made fatal errors. If we get down to basics, in my opinion, then all have part of the blame, and all for ignominious reasons - the organizers for not reacting well enough to the warnings that did follow, the police for leaving it at warnings, the local politicians who might have put their desire for positive headlines before founded doubts as to the suitability of the venue, those institutions responsible for allowing this parade to take place in spite of the warning voices, and all this conglomerate led to: 'business as usual' and 21 people dead. A tragedy that, according to all appearances, was eminently avoidable. It's things like this that get me down, and shake my belief in the basic intelligence of us humans.

Instead of looking for a scapegoat, we'd all be better served if the responsible parties, regardless of who they, in the final judgement, are, joined together to analyze what went wrong, and how the lessons learned might serve to make guidelines for the future idiot-proof.

The deceased and their families should be in the prayers of those who believe in a God, and in the sympathy of those who don't

shepherd v. sheep dog

It just occurred to me that in Irish English, at least, we use different terms to describe those dogs that shepherds use to control sheep. Your typical Irish sheep dog is some hybrid Border Collie type of dog, normally black and white. And there's the nub - an Irish sheep dog is called a 'sheep dog'.

If I was to refer to an Alsatian, then I'd most likely call this a 'German shepherd'.

The question that occupies me, at the moment, is: why not a 'German sheep dog'?

Why German shepherd?

I'd love to get some answers to this question. An interesting aside, as it were - in German the dog is called "deutsche Schäferhund", which would roughly translate as German shepherd's dog - why this subtle difference?

Might turn out to be an interesting theme.

Will Paul land in the pot?

For those of you who aren't big football fans, especially big German national team fans, the name Paul, and the fact that he is an octopus, won't tell you a lot.

Octopuses are highly intelligent creatures, and in order to prevent them going bananas in captivity, their keepers have to keep on inventing new things to occupy them.

One of these things is to make it difficult to get food. A classic example of this is to put the food into a glass box, with a lid, in the tank, and leave the octopus to figure out how to get the food out again.

Well the zoo in Oberhausen, in the German Rührpott, decided to let the natural curiosity of the octopus, Paul, act as a tool in a football oracle - for each game that was to be played, the zoo-keepers put food in both of two glass boxes, which differed only in that each had the flag of one of the teams preparing to play in the game. The reasoning was - if Paul picks the right one more than once in a row, then he has an inspiration as to which team will win.

Amazingly Paul got every single choice correct. Imagine the disappointment then, when Paul picked Spain instead of Germany, leading up to the semifinal game yesterday? A world collapsed, and a spate of octopus-recipes flooded the german-speaking internet, for as we could all see, Germany did indeed lose, deservedly.

Now that tempers have cooled off somewhat, it appears that the 'mob' won't insist on slaughtering and eating Paul, so at least we can breathe a sigh of relief on that one, eh?

The pressure's mounting

I'm not, and never was, a fan of soccer. But around this time of the century, when the World Cups are going on, I can't avoid being aware that many, many others are. Germany at the moment is a sea of flags, with normal citizens vying to support Chinese plastics manufacturers by planting small flags on their cars. The cheers of supporters, or of opponents, of whoever happens to be playing, or the moans of grief when something goes on, can be heard even above the television in my living room.

It appears that most of the favourites have been eliminated from the games, either by arrogance, or by over-confidence, and this evening two of the rest will yet again meet in what some of them see as being a re-run of almost classic proportions: Germany will face England. Since all of this doesn't really interest me, I don't really care who wins (would be nice though if England finally got somewhat closer to the final than in the last oodles of years..), but I couldn't help thinking that it would a great thing if two no-names (at least in terms of international soccer - no offence meant) were to meet up, and not the usual handfull of candidates with their millionaire dancers - oops - players, of course. It would be so refreshing if New Zealand were to play South Korea, for example, letting small nations all over the world relive the dream of one day having a team of theirs up there winning (just as a German trainer managed to guide Greece to winning the European Championships, an unheard-of triumph).

I'm just afraid it ain't gonna happen.

and the word is ....

Well, this is it.

A first blog.

A first small step in the virtual universe, where millions of heads are posting daily on every possible theme, many impossible themes, and some that can only be described as improbable...

I'd like to post about things that interest me, things I find funny, ridiculous, sad.

But I don't want to post about things shocking, immoral, indecent, or whatever, because, well, there's enough shit out there already and if that's your medicine you're welcome to it.