First, let me assure you that journalists are not the only ones affected by this particular health threat.
Anyone with a brain will suffer from it, sometimes in its milder form, sometimes with catastrophic consequences.
But, my friend, be forewarned: You may get even more of a noggin burst from your very own piece.
The complaints are valid and the frustration is palpable (Yep, I can taste it). It seems, however, that it is more a frustration with your readers than with the “mandarins” and “bean -counters” and “supercilious public officials”.
And you are right to be indignantly frustrated with the readers; they seem to be in a permanent catatonic state when it comes to political issues in this territory of ours.
Remember the “Big Native” editorial from a while back? Not a bite.
The school things? One response.
And I don’t even want to get near your opus on alcoholism in the territory: Seven comments in total, five of which were on a program that may work. Trevor had more people outing themselves on his issue. And Trevor is a dog.
As for the lies, misinformation, 180s, the omissions and retractions Ã these are serious issues. One should expect a response. But … nothing.
Like the night before Christmas.
We just don’t like to comment or respond, even on things that affect us personally.
The ‘‘thuggish gag order” is just one means of getting us to keep to ourselves.
We are talking jobs here, and you must know by now how tenuous the uttering of any opinion can be.
We are a small community; taking a position may offend the guy who plays defence on the oldtimers team or the lady, whose son checks the brakes on the car.
“Interlaced” is the word, and political issues and personal fortunes are woven together strongly.
We are delusional, too. We think we love nature, ideally in its pristine state. But we individually leave one of the largest ecological footprints in Canada.
We love clean air, but have not implemented any measures to curb emissions.
We want to save wildlands with the proviso that we are the ones that can visit. We feel bad for the downtrodden and wait for our government to create and implement programs that will provide work for ourselves.
And there are many more issues which we only dare whisper about for reasons of getting nailed for some form of political incorrectness or other.
We have been spoiled by the incoming transfer payments from the feds, or Canada, if you prefer. Using that money to provide for employment buys votes, that is true, but it also leads, eventually, to an overblown administration with not enough work, in which case issues are being manufactured to keep people busy.
We are, in short, a community unlike any other in the land (maybe with the exception of Ottawa).
But we are happy, all things considered. Our home has tripled in value over the past decade, benefits are good, for most of us, our standard of living is better than average, our kids have jobs in retail and fast food, two cars in the detached garage and a solo drive from Marsh Lake to work.
Carpooling? What the heck is that?
We have known now for a while that politicians will say one thing and do another. We have no problem living with that. Being abused by our own delegates is not so unusual, everything considered.
You give this privilege to that someone in office at the polling station. Democracy, remember?
To make a long story short: We are content with our lives, in general, and we hope that we make enough money to take two vacations and have enough opportunities to go to the lake.
So, Mostyn, I am sorry that your brain may explode from all the manure you are fed, or from our bovine condition to take it with a swish of the tail.
Smell the roses!
Go away for a week!
But please, don’t bother us with your head explosions. Go on reporting but don’t get excited.
We are not.