Oh, sweet! You’re going for strawman too! What a champ you are.
Uh, yeah? That’s what insurance is.
Uh, yeah? That’d be because the folks trying to destroy it are National acolytes and ACT fuckwads. You know, the right-wing shitheels who’re constantly trying to make sure we can’t have nice things.
And yet, I’m not insured for medical malpractice, despite not being a doctor.
I gather that they were mainly repairing the electronics, which this stunt didn’t damage. The pole was not in desperate need of repair, but probably would be due for replacement fairly soon; if you look past this guy’s breakage at the condition of the fiberglass it is looking a little ratty:
No, it really doesn’t. “I saw a diving board, so obviously all pieces of vertical pipe exist for me to climb on.” No. When you first said this, I thought you were kidding, because this so not a reasonable assumption.
To be honest, this sounds like a lot of people I know from New Zealand. Not because they’re sensless jackasses, but because they view almost anything as a potential prop for outdoor physical activity. (We have some of this where I live too, for similar reasons.)
It’s not really compensation - you can’t, for example, get rich from stubbing your toe. But it will pay your wages while you can’t work, and does strive to make you whole again, including medical care and remodelling your house if you need say wheelchair access.
But that is compensation. That’s what you have to sue for under the American system. Contrary to popular belief, people in the United States do not generally get wealthy after an injury, especially due to the high costs of legal representation and heathcare. In many states, the state will take a significant portion of the punitive damages, if they are awarded. Very rarely, someone will end up better off than they are, but it’s hardly guaranteed.
Yeah, I phrased that poorly. What I mean is that - officially - there isn’t even the chance that you’ll end up better off than before. I’ve used ACC several times. The most spectacular was the result of getting drunk at a keg race marking the end of 4th year at varsity, stumbling, falling onto a concrete path and smashing my two upper front teeth mumble decades later I’m still covered, but all I get is dental care related to those two teeth (which so far has included two root canals, and a bit of cosmetic correction). Legally no one is to blame - I don’t have to go after the beer brewer or the bottle store or my mates for plying me with silly amounts of beer, and the government doesn’t have to bother trying to prove I’m a feckless clown. I just get treated.
I don’t know about reasonable, but it is pretty predictable. As the father of a four year-old I know that pretty much anything in a public place should be rated for kids to climb on it because sooner or later kids will climb on it.