The Forward‑Falling City and the Backwards Engineer

 Public Safety Notes on a Universe Built by Reverse Engineering 

  

In McColl Magazine Public Safety, we are obligated — by tradition, by mandate, by the sheer wattage of civic absurdity — to report on the structures that govern human behaviour. Most days, that means cataloguing the usual suspects: territorial drift, pack formation, the ancient urge to gather around fumes, the modern urge to pretend we’re above it. But tonight’s entry concerns a larger structure, one that makes all the smaller ones look like children’s toys left out on the municipal lawn after curfew.

It begins

Civic Governance vs Safety Hazard of Symbolic Theatre

 

When endangered language becomes municipal décor, institutions perform reconciliation instead of practicing it — and public safety pays the price.

The Lower Mainland has developed a new form of public‑safety performance art, and it isn’t happening in galleries or black‑box theatres. It’s happening on street signs, courthouse walls, transit pylons, and university gateways — all bearing inscriptions in hən̓q̓əmin̓əm̓, a critically endangered Coast Salish language with fewer than a handful of fluent speakers left on Earth. Three, by some counts. All at UBC. Yet the language now speaks for forty‑plus million Canadians in places where clarity, legibility, and shared meaning used to matter.

Europe: Canada’s Favourite Disaster Zone

 Canada’s Strange Crush on Europe: A Love Story Written in Trenches 

Why Ottawa keeps flirting with a continent that can’t stop reenacting its own disasters 

Canada’s sudden diplomatic swoon toward Europe feels like watching a man run back into a burning building because he “left his jacket inside.” Europe — historically speaking — is the jacket. Charred, threadbare, and still somehow considered worth retrieving.

Let’s be honest.

Canada and U.S.: Economic Fragility Collides with Diplomatic Volatility

 The shift in tone when only works when the lender stays patient | North Americans are wondering if patience is running thin

North America used to run on a gentleman’s agreement: Canada would remain stable, polite, and predictable, and the United States would pretend not to notice how much of Canada’s well‑being depended on that arrangement. It was a quiet, functional partnership — the geopolitical equivalent of two neighbours sharing a fence and never asking who actually owned it.

That era is gone.

The sniping is now continuous.

The Fauci–Mengele Non‑Saga: A Public Health Ghost Story for the Terminally Online

 How a bureaucrat became a boogeyman, and why the real horror is the century‑old tension between medical authority and public trust 

Let’s begin with the obvious: Anthony Fauci is not Josef Mengele. Not a reincarnation, not a spiritual successor, not a spectral echo, not even a distant bureaucratic cousin twice removed. The comparison is so historically illiterate it should arrive with its own warning label. Mengele was a racial‑ideology hobbyist with a medical license; Fauci is a career immunologist who spent decades trapped in the fluorescent purgatory of federal public health administration. One tortured prisoners in a death camp. The other tortured Americans with PowerPoint slides.

The Last Ghost: America’s Final Predator and the End of an Era

 How a blinking ATM, a bank card, and a wired‑up century ended the culture of the wandering killer

For half a century, North America tolerated a peculiar species of man — the wandering predator who drifted through towns like a rumor, struck like a malfunctioning appliance, and vanished before anyone realized the world had tilted. He was the country’s unofficial boogeyman, a creature who thrived in the cracks between institutions, the blind spots between jurisdictions, the empty spaces between streetlights.

The Governor General Who Brought a Fire Extinguisher to a Candlelight Job

Canada hands the Crown’s quietest office to a veteran of the world’s loudest crises

— and suddenly the curtains are rustling 

Canada likes to pretend the Governor General is a harmless ornament — a constitutional throw pillow with a motorcade. Schoolchildren are taught the GG “represents the Crown.” 

Yet, every few decades, the office emits heat, a little smoke, and a political classman remembers the GG is more than a mascot. A dormant volcano with impeccable diction begins to rumble. 

Enter Louise Ardour, incoming Governor General

Alberta: A Comedy of Manners on the Prairies

The Long Road from Dissociation to Détente 

Alberta’s latest plot twist reads like a national comedy of manners: a province long cast as the brooding outsider suddenly finds the spotlight turning warm, the thermostat fixed, and the country behaving as though it remembers who keeps the lights on. All in the past few days.

Taxoholics Anonymous: For People Addicted to OPM (Other Peoples Money)

 A Revolutionary New 12‑Step Recovery Program 

The Apparatchik’s Guide to Electoral Obfuscation

Confidential Memorandum – For Internal Use Only

A Fly on the Wall of the Indian Act

  A Fly on the Wall at the moment in history when a country was lost before it was started  

A Field Briefing On India From A Subtropical Professional

A shit sandwich from Fly on the Wall

Doesn’t need to be liked — only to be heard, and possibly to be understood:   “Alright, listen up…”

(A formal introduction to a very informal expert.)

The Real NEW World Order: How Global Pharma Built an Empire

Without Anybody Noticing

The New World Order Has A Face 

Non-psychiatric Doctor Agent Provocateurs

Doctors 'agency' in this Dis-Order

Re: Bondi -- The Names Were Always There

Pam Bondi didn’t release new Epstein files — she simply reminded the public to look at the ones already sitting in plain sight.