Their Country's Independence Lies the Victim of the Fray

Recently there have been those who have called me a separatist an agitator and even a barbarian. Some say my Conservative colors reveal themselves all too often and still others make me out to be a closet NDP’er. Who knows, tomorrow I may be a big "L" Liberal in someone's eyes, though I doubt that very much.

As I noted in a recent article, people just love to stick neat little labels on anyone and anything in an effort to compartmentalize and understand them. It doesn't work in my opinion, but if you must, then for the sake of anyone who needs that label, I don't consider myself any of the above. I do consider myself a Newfoundlander. Not a Newfoundlander and Labradorean mind you, but a Newfoundlander.

I clarify this point because even though I believe both portions of the province would suffer a severe identity crisis without the other, I wouldn’t dare to suggest that anyone from the island could ever fully understand the Labrador experience, or visa versa. I do however love them both.

Having said all of this, the label "Newfoundlander" is likely not enough for the label makers in the crowd. They might well ask what my politics are. Good question, if I did ask it myself.

As I said, I believe in Newfoundland and Labrador foremost. I don't espouse the rhetoric of any particular party but I am also not afraid to pat one of them on the back when they act in the Province's or Country's best interest, nor do I mind shoving it back in their faces when they don't.

I believe my Province has in the past and continues to this day to receive a raw deal in the Dominion of Canada. Does this mean I'm a separatist? Not really. It does mean that I believe we need to fight tooth and nail to improve our lot. To regain our self respect and honour, a reach a decent standard of living and to be afforded a seat at the table, not on the floor. If respect, equality and a bright future can be accomplished within Canada then so be it. If it cannot, then label me a separatist if you will.

If you must label me as subscribing to a political ideology then perhaps the most accurate one would be liberal. Hang on, before my regular readers run screaming from their computers and dash in front of the nearest speeding mini-van, let me elaborate.

I do not mean I'm a follower of the Liberal Party itself, which has corrupted and perverted true liberal ideology beyond all recognition, but I do have liberal leanings. I exist somewhere in that middle ground between out and out socialism and business oriented conservatism. I believe that although there must be a strong social conscience there must also be an equal measure of good fiscal prudence and development creativity.

I believe that when Newfoundland entered into Confederation in 1949 the deal had already been done. I believe that the fix was in.

I believe that since that time the Province has:

Been raped of its resources for the benefit of other parts of Canada;

Been the target of a subtle yet persistent campaign of social, political and mental warfare designed to lower our sense of self worth and to keep in line what was once a very proud and determined people;

Been kept at an economic disadvantage in order to ensure total control of a once independent nation;

Been used as a cheap source of foriegn yet local labour (a win, win for the immigration office);

Been mis-managed and neglected on a monumental scale;

Been looked upon as a pawn that the nation could use to barter within the international community; and

Been generally underestimated, misjudged and mis-handled by the rest of Canada.

There is no doubt in my mind of the dire straits Newfoundland and Labrador was in prior to Confederation but I also believe that since that was a post war, post depression era, if we had remained independent, our situation would have improved to at least the level it is now.

I believe there were two forks in the road and I believe one of them had to have been better than the other. Unfortunately, I have no idea which one that was. I am however not afraid to find out.

A lot of promises were made when Newfoundland entered Confederation in 1949. A lot were delivered on and a lot more were not. On March 31, 1949 a nation disappeared and a "Have Not" province was born.

So, if you must put a label on me then label me a "Newfoundlander" plain and simle. There are a lot of unanswered questions about our past, our present and our future that we all need to answer. I guess I'm a student of that school. I’m a dreamer, thinker and a sharer of ideas.

I wonder everyday what might have been and what will be. Perhaps nobody said it better than journalist Albert Perlin. Let's take a moment to reflect on a poem he wrote for the St. John's Daily News at the time of Confederation.

On this day of final parting sad nostalgic thoughts arise,
Thoughts to bring hot tears surging to the Newfoundlander's eyes.
Thoughts that bring to mind the story of the struggles of the past,
Of the men who built our island, nailed its colours to the mast.

Sold by only half the people, all too willing to deny
For illusionary profits what the future might imply.
They have bought confederation paying in the country's pride.
Let us hope their expectations will be amply satisfied.

Those who lost the fight for freedom have the greater pride this day,
Though their country's independence lies the victim of the fray.

How Much do You Enjoy the Taste of Seal Meat?

Never one to shy away from controversy and in the blood soaked spirit of Halloween (that was for the benefit of the Animal Rights folks in the crowd), I've decided to take the advice of one of our anonymous contributors and poll our readers on how much they like the taste of seal meat.

I'm pretty sure this poll, like a previous one on seals will be skewed by the AR activists out there, but in the spirit of fun I decided to do it anyway.

Happy Halloween everyone and be careful out there tonight kids, especially if you are dressed like a baby seal. You just know I'm gonna be out there with my club like every other self respecting barbarian in the province.

Something Evil This Way Comes

Tendrils of bone chilling fog creep through the streets in the City of Legends. The grey menace quietly tightens its vice like grip among the shadows and gingerly explores the doorways of one and all.

In bays and coves along the windswept coast waves crash against blackened rocks and dry leaves rustle over roadways as darkness descends, reaching out to touch all like a velvet veil.

The fear is palpable as people from all parts of Newfoundland and Labrador in fact across the nation itself, bolt their doors, check their windows and lower their shades. Nobody feels safe on this night, not this night.

On this night people huddle in their homes and wait for the inevitable. They know it will come, but knowing is one thing, seeing is another.

It is the eve of horrors untold. The eve of evils done and lies whispered on the wind. It is the eve of a time that will forever change the psyche of every man, woman and child. It has been a long time coming, yet come it does.

It is the eve of Gomery!!

In the days to follow we will all be the grim witnesses to nasty little news snippets, painful and seemingly endless in-depth analysis and slashing commentaries. The guts of the Gomery report will be splayed across our television screens and drip from newspaper headlines across the country. No one is safe, except perhaps for the evil doers in Ottawa who have left no stone unturned in distancing themselves from the scandal.

Scary questions will be asked, evil statements will be made and through it all the horrendous corruption will continue unabated. The headless Liberal Party will continue in its quest to defile the nation and our biggest fears will be realized. The complacency of a brainwashed public will continue to support the self-imposed corrupt monarchy that is Canada.

Those who know can truly see what it all means can smell and perhaps even taste their own fear. The fear of a future tied to the whims of heartless politicians who are not only a part of one of the most corrupt governments in the country’s history, but who are smart enough to get away with it.

Tomorrow is another day, so before you sleep tonight, hold your children just a little tighter and pray for their deliverance. Pray that their future will be better than their present. Pray that the Canada we have known in the past can be saved after all, but most of all pray that our nation will exist for them at all when they grow up.