With the retardedness that is Daylight Saving Time being brought to the forefront by shortsighted legislation inflicted upon us a couple of years back, it got me thinking.

If we spend 8 months on Daylight time and 4 months on Standard time, why the hell do we call it Standard?

When I was a kid, DST started on the last Sunday in April and ended on the last Sunday in October.  That meant 6 months of DST and 6 months of Standard time.  In 1987 they changed that to the first Sunday in April, effectively adding a month.  (I won’t talk about Newfoundland’s experiment with Double Daylight Saving Time a couple of years later… ugh.)  Now, by adding a week to the end and three weeks to the beginning, we’re spending two thirds of the year observing a non-standard time.  Perhaps the entire country should just shift timezones and be done with it.

Here’s the frustrating bit — if you were going to wreak havoc by changing the rules, wouldn’t that have been a good time to just say “We’re going on Daylight Saving Time and not going off it.”  It hardly seems worth it to drop back an hour for four months.

Oh, and here’s the kicker.  If it turns out this stupid rule change doesn’t result in energy saving, they can reverse to the old rules.  Won’t that be fun?