Is there any sense left in the world?

Yesterday, we went to the McCormack branch of the Waterloo Public Library. It's about three blocks away from home. I wasn't expecting  illogic, not in a library. I tend to think of libraries as glowing oases of sanity in a lost world. But alack! Nonsense intrudes even here.
Now, I wasn't expecting much at a branch of the Waterloo library, when the main library itself is so pitiful, but even so I was unpleasantly surprised. Nearly half the selection is for kids; the adult non-fiction encompasses two, count 'em, two racks. I can see the sign now: CLOSED UNTIL BOOKS ARE RETURNED.
Undaunted, I sauntered up to the catalogue terminal. Behold! Not only do I have the Waterloo catalogue at my disposal, but also that of the Kitchener Public Library, a much better collection.
I'm currently reading The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, and finding it tough sledding. A little online research has turned up the existence of a reference companion to this novel, something I think would help me get a lot more out of the work. So that's my first search: "The Key to The Name of the Rose". WPL's never heard of it. No shock there: WPL's not heard of many things, some of them bestsellers. So: KPL. Bingo! It's even in right now: the computer cheerily asks me to CHECK SHELVES.
I can't do that, but I *can* ask a librarian to obtain this book for me.
"Sorry, I can't."
"Why not?"
"Well, it's in the Kitchener system. You're in a Waterloo library."
"But...are you telling me those terminals over there have an option to access the Kitchener catalogue--right there on the title screen!--just so we can see all the books that we can't get?"
She shrugged. I've seen that shrug before. It says 'you're in a different universe here, Ken, and our logic is not your own.'
Eva's got six or eight books to check out. It looks like she's stripped most of the reference section. Well she's doing that, she asks the librarian if she can change her address. "Sure", she's told, they just need something with the current address on it.
Our new cards have yet to arrive in the mail.
"Sorry", she says.
We exit, books in hand, and I turn to Eva and ask her if what I just saw happen was what indeed just happened. Yup: the librarian evidently had proof enough of Eva's identity to allow my wife safe passage through the exit door with an armload of WPL property, but not enough proof of her identity to take her word that she had recently moved. Oh, yeah, that makes sense.
Amazingly, Eva told me the same thing had happened at her bank, when she tried to tell them her address had changed. They demanded proof. But her card was enough to let her take money out of her account.
Someone please explain to me the logic behind this, and remember, I don't speak Qxtfu.
More instances of mass drugging (or at least I hope that's what it is; the alternative would be stupidity too great to be borne):
--the Liberals got in again up here, despite eleven years of colossal mismangement, corruption, fraud, deceit, and bumbling. That settles it: I give up. It's obvious that the Liberal Party of Canada is the only entity fit to govern Canada. Should they ever murder someone, it will undoubtedly be because he 'needed killing'. Probably some Western redneck with anti-Canadian ideas.
--last night, Eva had to stop dead to avoid a car travelling northbound in the southbound lane of a major arterial road.
--the CRTC in its infinite wisdom has decided to allow al-Jazeera into Canada, a service requested by, umm, nobody, while HBO, ESPN, Fox News, and a slew of other  channels, requested by, umm, anybody with a grey-market satellite dish, remain persona Americana non grata. I'm sure this move will go a long way towards repairing our festering relationship with the United States.
--yesterday, I watched somebody systematically tear apart my milk counter, looking for the one bag of Neilson 1% milk that had a different date from all the others. Hmm, let's indulge in a wee process called THOUGHT here, okay? This counter holds 64 bags of 1% milk. On any given Friday I sell three times that. Ergo the milk isn't expired. You can safely take it home and drink it. Please do so. Right now.
 
Sorry, Mental Sarcastic Bastard popped up there for a second. It's getting harder and harder to shut that guy up. Actually, with all the RIDICULOUS SHIT going on in the world, I'm starting to wonder if I should maybe hand MSB a microphone instead.