Category Archives: The James Commentary

Short thoughts on something that caught my attention or triggered a thought.

Why Homeless Counts Misinform

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“There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics.”                                                                                                                                   Mark Twain

Twain attributed the quote to British politician Disraeli but researchers have concluded that the phrase originally appeared in 1895 in an article by Leonard H. Courtney.  Ironically Mark Twain is credited with saying that “it isn’t what we don’t know that causes problems but what we know for sure – that ain’t so”.

The fault lies not with the science of statistics but with what we know about statistics that ain’t so. .

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Darryl Plecas’s Rose-coloured Mirror.

‘If I’m guilty of anything, it’s changing my mind,’

What a banal way to make an action that calls to mind words such as renege, weasel, forsake, apostatise – sound almost noble.

Before we rush to knight Speaker Plecas for gallantry let us consider a few facts.

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Media: Public Myth Versus Bottom Line Reality Part I

”Why is the hard-headed Clark suddenly morphing into a soft-hearted mushball?”

There is a widely held public belief that the media’s job is to provide the information that the public needs to be informed on issues

As is the case with the majority of widely held public beliefs, especially the beliefs/myths we base the governance of Canada on, the myth is untrue.

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Me and My Car: The Saga Continues – May 2017

It’s rather self-evident that the Universe permits me to have a car only in order to ensure it has a handy tool with which to torment and drive me crazy.

Managing to survive and successfully deal with whatever the latest challenge thrown my way by my car brings no sense of accomplishment or relief,it simply marks the start of the countdown to the arrival of the next potential disaster.

For the Universe it does not matter how many times it fails since it only needs to win once. Having been stripped to the bone, I have been left with no cushion and so cannot afford to fail even once.

Which makes the car a most effective tool to torment and drive me into retreating from the world.

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