What happens when you try to child-proof the world?
This was Walpole Park in Gosport, Hampshire, on an overcast lunchtime last March when no fewer than 25 members of the emergency services, including a press officer, descended on a 3½ft-deep model boating lake minutes after Simon Burgess, 41, fell into the water when he suffered a seizure. But as an inquest heard last week, he lay floating face-down for more than half an hour while firemen, police and paramedics watched and did nothing.
The reason? Even though they could all swim, the first fire crew to arrive hadn’t been ‘trained’ to enter water higher than ankle-deep. Instead they waited for ‘specialists’ to arrive to retrieve his body. They had decided Mr Burgess must surely be dead because he had been in the water for ten minutes. When a policeman decided to go in anyway, he was ordered not to. A paramedic was also told not to enter the water because he didn’t have the right ‘protective’ clothing and might be in breach of the Personal Protective Equipment at Work Regulations 1992.
No, this story does not appear at The Onion, and no, they are not joking:
Our reconstruction shows that Mr Burgess could have been reached by firemen – who took five minutes to reach the scene – within seven minutes ofMrs Hughes’s 999 call, rather than the 37 minutes that it eventually took.
I am damned near speechless. Somewhere north of 13 firefighters, four paramedics, and various police officers literally stood around and watched a man drown to death in a gorramed three-foot-deep model boating pond, either because they convinced themselves he was already dead, or, worse, they convinced themselves that their regulations and rules prevented them from doing a damned thing. I would ask how those… people… who stood by the bank of the pond can live with themselves afterwards, but they are naught more than cogs in a slowly-grinding-down culture that has systematically, progressively destroyed the very notions of “individualism”, “self-determination”, and “self-reliance”. I suppose I should hold them up as shining examples of their society, rather than revile them as failed attempts at “human beings”.
Yes, it is entirely possible – if not outright likely – that Mr. Simon Burgess was dead before the first fireman or policeman made it on-scene, and it is thus possible/likely that no matter how quickly they moved, or what they did, the outcome of the situation would not have changed. But we will never know now, will we? All it might have taken to save an innocent man’s life would have been another man with enough gumption to piss on absurdly idiotic restrictions, misunderstood though they may have been, and realize that saving another person’s life is probably worth more than keeping his own paycheck.
Obviously, no such men stood on the banks of the Walpole Park pond that day. Obviously, no men at all stood on the shores of that water.
Is it any wonder why I and people like me are adamantly opposed to going down the same road as once-Great Britain when it comes to society, government, culture, and so forth? We are literally watching their country collapse under the self-imposed weight of their uncaring “social programs”, absurd legal system, intrusive Big Brother government, and devaluation of human life, yet there are those amongst us who are firmly convinced that if we try the same program but just execute it HARDER, everything will work out wonderfully.
No, it will not; it will just result in more dead Mr. Burgesses floating in more park ponds, and damned if I want that for my country.
(Courtesy of Say Uncle.)