Dan Arnold’s: CALGARY GRIT, LIVE FROM TORONTO
This Week in Alberta - Lingere Party!
The Doug Elniski saga is just so good, it's worthy of a second post. As reported earlier this week, Tory backbencher Doug Elniski got into some trouble for blog and twitter postings where, among other things, he advises young girls:
"Men are attracted to smiles, so smile and don't give me that 'treated equal' stuff, if you want Equal it comes in little packages at Starbucks."
This has prompted some to attack him as being sexist, to which Elniski has responded (and I am not making this up): "If I were sexist I think I would certainly know about it by now."
This is eerily familiar to comments made by world famous economist Stephen Harper, just a week before the stock market crashed last fall:
“My own belief is if we were gong to have some kind of big crash or recession, we probably would have had it by now.”
I guess the good news for Elniski in all this is that if voters were going to punish him for his comments, they certainly would have voted him out by now...
I'll let the Journal's Graham Thompson fill you in:
"Elniski has no doubt learned a political lesson from it, but he apparently has yet to learn the dangers of Twitter. As of Wednesday afternoon, he still had a Twitter posting from June 7 that said "lingere is always good." Whoever is screening his postings might want to take a look at that one for spelling, if nothing else. Journalists who noticed it and have reported on it assume he meant "lingerie, " but we haven't had a chance to ask him about it. His staff says he's not taking our calls. Taken on its own, a four-word declaration in favour of women's undergarments might not be overtly sexist, but it is overtly odd.
You have to wonder why, after all the complaints about sexism levelled at Elniski this week, he would leave that Twitter posting up. You also have to wonder why he made the posting in the first place.
Dan Arnold’s: CALGARY GRIT, LIVE FROM TORONTO
This Week in Alberta - Politicians on Mushrooms!
After spirited debates surrounding Alberta's official grass, official sport an new license plate design, the MLAs in Edmonton spent some time this week debating what Alberta's official mushroom should be. Ahh, the joys of being in a province where the economy is going so good that legislators can focus on issues like this rather than...what?...oh, never mind.
You know, if the MLAs are going to do this, they should at least try and make some cash off of it. Take a page from the Olympics and vote on Alberta's official soft drink, official gas station, and official credit card. Use the sponsorship money to wipe out the deficit.
A free market solution for what ails a free market province!
David Climenhaga's: ALBERTA DIARY
Ten years after the Herald strike, one of Canada’s last great newspapers prepares to commit suicide
Scenes from the Calgary Herald strike, which began 10 years ago today. Top: Strikers try to block truckloads of scab papers exiting the printing plant (can you find your blogger?) while the Calgary Police act as strikebreakers; striker Murdoch Macleod stares down a truck driver; Black, now a felon in Florida, harangues union local president Andy Marshall.
Today is the 10th anniversary of the beginning of the doomed, eight-month Calgary Herald strike, in which I played a small part. This occasion will likely pass unremarked everywhere but here, so let us acknowledge it and our memories of the brave strikers who tried so hard, and failed so completely, to prove that the rule of law prevailed in Alberta by exercising their legal right to be members of a union.
Most of us former strikers fared reasonably well after the strike, some better than others. Many of us established new careers based in whole or in part in the Internet, which nowadays is blamed by the publishers and remaining employees of the once-great newspaper industry for its myriad troubles. This is because newspapers like the Herald, which we once loved, are not doing so well nowadays.
I confess that, as a former Herald striker, I view the industry’s troubles with a certain ambivalence. I still love newspapers. But, yes, I feel some satisfaction at their decline. I will not toss and turn the night the last one dies.
Before and during the strike, we tried, however naively, to save the paper, perhaps the industry, along with our jobs. We were doomed, of course, though for some of us it turned out to be our good fortune that we were amputated, in our former proprietor Conrad Black’s colorful phrase, like a gangrenous limb, when we were. How ironic that on Nov. 8, 2009, the gangrenous limb seems to be doing better than the body from which it was severed, not to mention the head of that body, which rests uneasy on a Florida jailhouse cot.
It is codswallop, of course, to claim the World Wide Web wrecked the newspaper industry, although it certainly hastened its decline once the slide began. Newspaper owners are about as credible when they lie this particular lie as is Alberta Health Minister Ron Liepert when he blames the H1N1 fiasco on drug suppliers, health care employees and supposedly line-jumping Albertans.
The real damage to the newspaper industry was done by the Great Minds who ran the business, and who in many cases continue to do so according to the same playbook with the same predictable results ... (click on link above to read in full.)
Barbara Bruederlin’s: BAD TEMPERED ZOMBIE
Crawling through a festival: Sled crash at the Warehouse
We were actually the first people in line to get into the Warehouse, as I was not taking any chances on missing out on this show. A nice benefit to this was that we were able to score the best of the handful of booths that line one wall. Not only can you sit and have a table to put your drink on, but the corners of the booths have little built-in tables that are perfect for standing on and seeing over everybody's head when the place fills up. A nice couple from Vancouver, who were in town for the Cantos Music Festival, shared the booth with us. Even though it got stinking hot in the place later, the boy half never once took off his wool jacket. Or his tie. Those crazy Vancouverites!
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