Iraqi weapons of mass destruction: Were they a real threat? Did they, in fact, exist? If so,
will they ever be found?
Beats me.
Now that I've cleared that up, I'd like to devote what little space I have left to the issue of piņata safety.
A piņata is a festive party item, usually shaped like a classic fairy-tale character such as Spider-Man; it is used to
traumatize children at birthday parties. This has become very popular: As the parent of a 3-year-old, I attend approximately
84 birthday parties per weekend, and every one has a piņata, as well as (this is federal law) a clown.
In fact, it was a clown at a recent party who got me thinking about piņata safety. She was an older clown, who had been
clowning professionally for 20 years, which is a long time -- maybe too long -- to be spending every weekend wearing comical
pants and a scratchy wig, endlessly twisting balloons into shapes for children who, over the years, have become harder to
please, who are no longer satisfied with your classic balloon dog or balloon sword, no, these kids today, they want balloon
versions of every licensed character that comes along -- they want Nemo, they want Lilo, they want STITCH for godsakes, and
when you try to warn them -- when you say, ''Don't take the balloon outside! You'll pop it!'' -- they never listen, they go
outside and . . . POP, now they're crying, and they want you to make Stitch AGAIN, and . . . and that's pretty much how this
clown sounded. ''Grumpy the Clown'' is how I thought of her. Her technique for creating a magical mood for the children was
to periodically bark things like, ``Be careful on those chairs! You'll fall over backward and crack your head!''
So anyway, I was with my daughter, who was waiting, a tad apprehensively, for Grumpy the Clown to paint her face, and some
dads were trying to hang the piņata -- a Buzz Lightyear model -- from a nearby tree. Buzz was smiling brightly, not realizing
that children would soon be beating him with a stick. That's what children do, with piņatas; I've seen them whack savagely
on Bob the Builder, Dora the Explorer, Barney, even Minnie Mouse. It's very disturbing (except when it's Barney).
And the thing is, the children become increasingly violent, because piņatas -- ask any parent -- are almost impossible
to break open. For some reason, they are built to withstand a nuclear attack. We should get the piņata manufacturers to make
cars; nobody would ever be hurt in an accident again.
But getting back to the party: Grumpy the Clown, painting a butterfly on a child's cheek, was recalling the first birthday
party where she clowned professionally, two decades earlier.
''They had a piņata,'' she recalled, ``and it fell down and hit the birthday boy and gave him a big cut over his eye. There
was blood everywhere. We were singing Happy Birthday and he was on his way to the emergency room.''
This reminded another parent, a Miami police officer, of a party where there was no tree they could hang the piņata from,
so he volunteered to hold the piņata, dangling it from a string in his hand, and needless to say the birthday boy, who was
blindfolded, nailed him in the ribs with the stick.
''It hurt to breathe for a week,'' he said.
This is why many parents go for the modern ''safety'' piņata, which has a trapdoor with strings hanging down. The children
grab the strings, and on the count of three, they all give a yank, and when they do . . . nothing happens! Because this type
of piņata is also virtually impregnable. The Piņata Security Task Force has seen to that.
So a parent has to step in yank the trapdoor open, releasing a cascade of candy and cheesy toys. This is when things get
really violent, as the children -- who own literally billions of much nicer toys -- dive to the ground and engage in a desperate,
life-or-death struggle for items that they will immediately lose.
This struggle is especially brutal for the smaller children, because there's always one unusually large male child -- a
child who drove himself to the birthday party; a child under contract to the Pittsburgh Steelers -- who winds up with most
of the loot. If you ask me, this is just plain wrong, and something needs to be done about it, just as soon as we get this
situation squared away in Iraq.