ow my head

Can't we come to some kind of gentleman's agreement in Canada that we will henceforth comport ourselves as the kind of civilized, intelligent population that doesn't yank works of literature out of the hands of children only to replace them with pitchforks and torches with which to roust the godless book-writin' heathens?

http://www.thestar.com/article/278845

Can't we do that? Must we remain a Simpson's episode our whole lives, with Helen Lovejoy forever shrieking "Won't someone think of the children!?" in the background?