So, Capt. David Murphy from Conception Bay South fired off a barrage straight from the gunnels aimed directly at Russell Wangersky and his fellow columnists who constantly use this newspaper to attack his party’s leader.
The honourable (Conservative) from Topsail made no sense in his defence of Premier Kathy Dunderdale in his rant of Sept. 21 entitled “Sick of the constant government criticism.”
The old salt needs to go to one of those self-help programs to give him a sobering perspective on the value and merits of free thinking and a free press. I am surprised that a man of his stature has lost sight of this.
Wangersky’s Sept. 7 column in which he suggested Dunderdale’s “time is up” was hardly Wangersky’s Achilles heel. Murphy thinks Wangersky and his cronies at The People’s Paper should be loaded aboard Murphy’s pleasure craft (the SS Murphy) and the lot of them should be tossed overboard off Manuels, including the likes of Brian Jones, the cartoonist K.T., and no doubt columnist Pam Frampton and that weekend nincompoop Bob Wakeham.
To avoid such a bitter demise, Capt. Dave suggests this motley bunch of empty, repetitive writers put away their acid pens and “do useful things,” like help the RNC fight crime, or eliminate limitations placed on our judges “to lighten their workloads.” He urges Wangersky et al to get off their backsides and start doing real research to uncover the information they want from Dunderdale’s administration.
They can do this, he suggests, by stopping their endless whining about Bill 29. (That’s the onetime so-called freedom of information act — RIP).
David, it is precisely the locking of filing cabinets and the storing of vital information in the bowels of Confederation Building that is preventing them from doing their research.
Murphy suggests they “stop crying for crumbs.”
Do you mean Muskrat crumbs, Captain? And he suggests, like in his quote “good old days,” that they follow the example of real, hard-working journalists.
I wonder how far he wants to go back? Surely he would bypass the fearless political writings of the late Bob Benson and the inimitable Ray Guy? Maybe even as far back as Wick Collins’ days with The Evening Telegram (1950s).
Then again, how foolish of me. I should imagine that dilettante Dave would perhaps fling them all out the door and tell them, like he told Wangersky and his gang of journalistic marauders, to keep their negative opinions to themselves.
Bill Westcott writes from Clarke’s Beach.