It is time for all Islanders to step up and cast their votes, the time is over when you say its too complicated, there are too many choices or to simply claim you don’t understand. There is so much info out there and the choices are not complicated. Certainly the government wanted this plebiscite to appear complicated, they do not want this change. For the two old party’s this will sound the end of their hold on power and majority governments. The only people you hear speak against PR are politicians. Remember Pat Mella, remember Richard Brown and indeed the two Red/Blue candidates in the recent SSide/Wilmot byelection both stated their preference as FPTP. There are two Proportional choices, Dual Member and Mixed member proportional. Vote for these in any order and we will see the present system changed. The other three options FPTP- FPTP +leader and Preferential voting will give you the same old majority government with those wild sweeps from red to blue and back again.
Do you want to see the continued abuse of Tax Payers money?? if so, then by not voting or voting for the same old same old you will guarantee more of the following.
7% ROLL BACK –PLAN B –PNP –BOTTLE WATER PLANT –FISH KILLS –DEEP WATER WELLS –CORNWALL BYPASS –NON TENDERED CONTRACTS –HST –PATRONAGE –NO TRANSPARENCY. AND OF COURSE THE VERY LATEST CRIMINAL ACT OF E GAMING
I cannot believe that the majority of islanders want to see the patronage, corruption and slanted deals in favour of friends and supporters to continue. We have a wonderful opportunity to bring about change with this plebiscite. So please get out and vote, email your vote or phone in your vote. So easy to do and so important to do. Vote for Dual Member Proportional and Mixed Member proportional, in either order.
Old farts —- You will probably think this is another blog in a long succession of Politician blog jokes! Well its not, most politicians are not old farts they are just full of s–t
Don’t worry – fart is an olde Englishe worde, used in all social circles up to the late19th century. ) I never really liked the terminology “Old Farts” but this makes me feel better about it. And if you aren’t one, I’ll bet you know one!I got this from an “Old Fart” friend of mine!———and sent it to Old Fart friend, It’s not a bad thing to be called an Old Fart. Old Farts are easy to spot at sporting events; during the National Anthem, Old Farts remove their hats and stand at attention and sing without embarrassment. They know the words and believe in them. Old Farts remember World War II, Normandy, Spitfires and Hitler. They remember the Atomic Bomb, Vietnam, the Korean War, the Cold War, the Moon Landing and all the Peacekeeping Missions from 1945 to 2005. If you bump into an Old Fart on the pavement, he will apologize. If you pass an Old Fart on the street, he will nod or tip his cap to a lady. Old Farts trust strangers and are polite, particularly to women. Old Farts hold the door for the next person and always, when walking, make certain the lady is on the inside for protection. Old Farts get embarrassed if someone swears in front of women and children and they don’t like any filthy language on TV. Old Farts have moral courage and personal integrity. They seldom brag except about their children and grandchildren. It’s the Old Farts who know our great country is protected, not by politicians, but by the young men and women in the Navy Army or Air Force. This country needs Old Farts with their work ethic, sense of responsibility, pride in their country and decent values. We need them now more than ever. Thank Goodness for Old Farts! Pass this on to all the “Old Farts” you know. I was taught to respect my elders. It’s just getting harder to find them.
Forgot to mention we old farts are also very charming!!!
I was devastated to find out my wife was having an affair but, by turning to religion, I was soon able to come to terms with the whole thing. I converted to Islam, and she is being stoned in the morning!
My wife suggested I get myself one of those penis enlargers, so I did ….. she’s 21 and her name is Lucy.
Went to the pub with my girlfriend last night. Locals were shouting “paedophile!” and other names at me, just because my girlfriend is 24 and I’m 50. It completely spoiled our 10th anniversary.
My son was thrown out of school today for letting a girl in his class give him a hand-job. I said, “Son, that’s 3 schools this year! You’d better stop before you’re banned from teaching altogether.”
Survey – Are there too many immigrants in Britain? 17% said yes; 11% said No; 72% said “I am not understanding the question please.”
The cost of living has now gotten so bad that my wife is having sex with me because she can’t afford to buy batteries.
A man calls 999 and says, “I think my wife has died”. The operator says, “How do you know?” He says, “The sex is about the same, but the ironing is piling up!”
I was explaining to my wife last night that when you die you get reincarnated but must come back as a different creature. She said she would like to come back as a cow. I said, “You obviously haven’t been listening.”
My wife has been missing for a week. The police said to prepare for the worst. So, I had to go down to Oxfam to get all of her clothes back.
I’ve heard that Apple has scrapped their plans for the new children’s-oriented iPod after realising that “iTouch Kids” is not a good product name.
There’s a new Muslim clothing shop that opened in our shopping centre. They threw me out after I asked if I could look at some of the bomber jackets.
The Red Cross just knocked on my door and asked if we could contribute towards the floods in Pakistan. I said we’d love to, but our garden hose only reaches to the driveway.
WHEN THE WELL RUNS DRY by Marion Read. Former Lt Gov of PE
Marion Read penned a very interesting if somewhat ominous letter to the Guardian yesterday, 20th Oct 2016. She spoke very elegant about her early life living on an island farm. She emphasized the importance of fresh clean drinking water and how it is not missed until its gone.In the past weeks I have emailed government officials on the subject of Woods and Dawson selling bottle island water abroad. However, I received no clear answers, it seems no one is responsible. Minister Mitchell stated the section 12.1 Environmental Protection Act permits the selling of water in not larger than 25 liter containers. That apparently removed responsibly from him! Where is the Premier, why does he not put a stop to this project until the Water Act is in place. Surely it is common sense to stop this now.Regardless of which Acts are in place the government can say no. What is to prevent these persons from selling this operation to a Multi National like Nestle a few months down the road? It is time to act Premier MacLauchlan our island water is not for sale
Nelson fell during the battle to a snipers bullet and died shortly after. In order to preserve his body until the ship returned to England it was placed in a barrel of brandy, after the body was recovered from the barrel, it is believed the sailors drank the brandy now mixed with traces of his blood. Hence the name when ordering a brandy, Nelsons Blood. Landlubbers often mistake the drink as rum, but the true drink of Nelsons blood is brandy
I first received my tot on my 20th birthday January 15th 1959, a big day in the life of a young sailor. The tot is long gone now and that is a good thing. I cannot imagine running a modern nuclear submarine while half cut on rum!!!. However, I thought this might be an interesting topic as we close in on October 21st the anniversary of the Battle of Trafalgar.
Imagine downing half a pint of overproof rum and then going back to work. Now, let’s imagine work happened to be on the decks of a vast 18th-century Royal Navy ship. We’re talking old-school sea stuff here: complex knots, gunpowder kegs, canon balls, climbing up rigging, etc.
Feel a little woozy, eh? All thumbs, perhaps?
Well, folks, this is no fantasy. Until July 31, 1970, bracingly strong overproof rum was a vital part of the fabric of the British Navy—rationed, used as a currency, and a veritable way of life.
“The daily tot”—or rum ration—was an eagerly anticipated daily ritual for generations of sailors, serving both to boost morale and provide a stern alcoholic kick to the chops, a comfort to sailors used to dodging cannonballs, grapeshot, and the lash.
But why rum? While the cliche of the drunken sailor—staggering on the docks after a night of hell-raising in some seamy fleshpot—is deeply ingrained in the national subconscious, it bears mentioning that rum was not always the Naval drink of choice. Until the Napoleonic Wars, sailors were given a staggering gallon of beer per day, per man, instead of water. Soaring temperatures below deck—in the stinking bowels of the hold—saw that water, encased as it was in rotting oak barrels, would quickly become covered in a thick layer of green mould. This led to stronger brews being developed that could withhold the rigours of longer journeys; but they too were prone to rot, and so a stronger solution was sought.
In the 17th century, the men were given French brandy; later, sailors from the East India Company adopted a fearsome Indian spirit called arak. However, this came to be mistrusted by sailors, due to its unpredictable—and often violently sickening—effects. Gareth Oliver describes the devastating effect in his Oxford Companion to Beer:
“Madeira, Beer and Wine were imported from England by the Captains of the ships—the East India Men—but were originally available in small quantities at steep prices. Instead, many favoured the local alternative. Arak was, by any standards, a hardcore liquor. The local version was made by fermenting raw palm juice in the hot sun …that was it. Several of the first Englishmen to try it died after a 12-hour session and it went onto claim countless lives.”
Rum, meanwhile, had the advantage of being both easily available from the Caribbean colonies and a more stable drink. By 1731, it was the drink of choice for the Navy and was issued twice daily to the men—neat overproof rum—in half pints. Indeed the very term “overproof”has its origins in this period; sailors would test the purity of rum by dousing gunpowder in the spirit and setting it on fire, thus “proving”that the drink was of sufficient strength (i.e., 57 percent alcohol by volume).
You gotta be sure it’s pure, right?
The rum ration itself came with its own ritual attached. Issued between 11 AM and noon, sailors would shout, “Stand fast for the Holy Ghost.” Each battalion would have an assigned “rum bosun” (or boatswain) whose job it would be to spoon out the rum. The glasses themselves were never washed, as it was believed that the accumulative effect of the residue would provide a progressively stronger tot.
But although rum was massively popular among the sailors, there were attendant problems—namely, drunkenness and ill discipline. After all, we’re talking vast quantities of strong spirits consumed twice daily, often in full glare of the baking sun.
How to combat this? How to pacify men who were, by now, all but genetically programmed to quaff huge drafts of spirits, twice daily, on the clock?
A chap called Admiral Vernon—commander in chief of the West Indies Station—thought he had the answer: Water it down a bit! As you might imagine, this was not the most popular of policies among the swarthy seadogs, but it was one he felt to be absolutely necessary. On August 21, 1740, he issued his infamous Order No. 349 to captains, stating:
“[The rum should] be every day mixed with the proportion of a quart of water to a half pint of rum, to be mixed in a scuttled butt kept for that purpose, and to be done upon the deck, and in the presence of the Lieutenant of the Watch who is to take particular care to see that the men are not defrauded in having their full allowance of rum … and let those that are good husband men receive extra lime juice and sugar that it be made more palatable to them.”
Vernon was alarmed by what he saw as wanton drunkenness on board, and his decree was specifically designed to stop what he described as“the pernicious custom of the seaman drinking their allowance of rum in drams, and often at once, attended with many fatal effects to their morals as well as their health … besides the ill consequences of stupefying their rational qualities.”
Whether this was effective in combating drunkenness is debatable. After all, the men would still be getting the full half pint of rum, just with a little water added. Crafty sailors could still simply save up their rations and down them in one go, in an almighty binge.
The thwacking great dose of booze was still relatively pure, bar the sugar and lime juice. The latter, incidentally, was not just for show—it was used to ward off scurvy. (It’s also the origin of the term “limey” to describe an Englishman.) Popular or not, the resulting mixture—overproof rum, water, sugar and lime juice—was nicknamed “grog” by sailors (reportedly the result of Admiral Vernon’s wearing of a grogram cloak). The gloriously named “scuttled butt” listed in Vernon’s decree was soon issued to all Naval ships, rechristened the “grog tub,” while “splice the mainbrace” was (and remains) the order a captain can give to issue all hands a drink.
Rum was more than mere drink on board, however. It was also used as informal currency. The system was worked out according to how much of another sailors tot you took: a “wet” was the equivalent of covering your lips with rum, but not actually swallowing any of the liquid; a “sipper”was a small sip; a “gulper” was one large swallow. The most prized of all was the dubiously named “sandy bottoms,”or drinking the entirety of another man’s tot—a rare privilege used to settle debts.
And so, until 1971, rum remained part of the very fabric of sailing life, though not in such foolhardy quantities. The tot itself was reduced twice from its original mighty half pint. In 1823, it was cut to a quarter pint; it was cut once more to an eighth of a pint in 1850, where it remained until 1970. Known as “Black Tot Day,” July 31, 1970 was the last day that the Royal Navy were rationed a tot of rum. It was a day of serious mourning.
On December 17, 1969 The Admirality Board wrote to the House of Commons, stating, “The Admiralty Board concludes that the rum issue is no longer compatible with the high standards of efficiency required now that the individual’s tasks in ships are concerned with complex, and often delicate, machinery and systems on the correct functioning of which people’s lives may depend.”
Thus the ration was consigned to history. Sailors wore black armbands for the poor lost spirit; some held a funeral for their tots, pouring them into the sea in ceremonial burial. A vital part of British boozing history was consigned to the briny deep forever.
The front page of the paper featured the smiling face of Chris Palmer winner of the by election. The media was also full of quotes and proclamations of this being such a great endorsement of the MacLauchlan Government. Well some might believe that, probably a handful of local liberals do. Lets not forget the huge sums of money ole King Wade pumped into the area weeks before this election. How about the millions to the PCH for starters, was that not well timed? However, lets take a closer look at the result, (liberals wont want to) you will see that little has actually changed since the recent Provincial election. Palmer won the seat with approx 40% of the vote while 60% of the local population vote for other candidates. I find it very difficult to see this as a ringing endorsement! How about Lynne Lund of the Green party with over 20% of the popular vote. Now that I can see as a ringing endorsement
Well done Lynne you shook up the establishment and rocked both the Liberal and Conservative boats severely. They can pretend to shrug it off as nothing more than a blip!!!But lets wait to see what takes place in the next Provincial election, especially if we have a Proportional vote. The old Boys clubs are worried now and will be even more worried if we gain the Proportional system over FPTP. Exciting times ahead for most of us, but maybe not so for the Red or Blue boys.
There is absolutely no such thing as transparency with the MacLauchlan Government, and his claim he’d do business differently is a myth. You can read the letters I will attach at the end of this blog. Judge for yourselves what you think about Minister Mitchell answers to my questions. He talks about the Water Act!!! which so far does not exist. He avoids completely any reference to Scott Dawson, but qualifies the bottled water project by referring to the Environmental Protection Act, in other words this bottle plant is quite legal. Yet he is careful to leave the impression it has nothing to do with the Minister of Community-Lands- Environment. Yeah Right Minister????
MYSTERY MAN DAWSON??? Who???????
When I ask questions about Scott Dawson and his failed tire shredding operation I get no response whatever. It is almost as if this Scott Dawson does not exist. Now I have been unable to find out if Dawson and Co are receiving any Government funding for this project. Nevertheless, I remain suspicious, if there was nothing shady or underhanded then why the avoidance of my questions. Islanders know Dawson was getting $2 per tire from Island Waste Management (tax payers dollars) and received over $400.000 thousand before he gave up and left behind an environmental mess. Now he is deeply involved in this highly questionable project to sell water that belongs to all Islanders. I wrote a letter to the editor (Guardian)some time ago and they conveniently removed a complete sentence before publishing. That sentence referred to a rumour the operators of the proposed plant were closely connected to the premier. Why would the Guardian remove the sentence if it didn’t hit a nerve, or was it indeed factual. ????. No matter how we twist and turn this around it always comes up smelling bad. If there is nothing untoward then why the secrecy
Mr. Rodgers thank you for clarifying your concern. As you are likely aware government is in the process of developing a comprehensive Water Act, and will be soon ready to proceed with a second round of consultations. The commercial sale of water did not arise as an issue during the first round, however I expect to hear more during the second round.
Currently the regulations permit the sale of bottled water provided it is bottled in PEI and is in containers smaller than 25 litres (please section 12.1 of Environmental Protection Act).
We welcome your input on this issue during the upcoming consultations.
>>> Frederick Ben Rodgers <firstname.lastname@example.org> 10/12/2016 6:49 PM >>>
Minister Mitchell I’m surprised that you have not replied to my last email in which I believe I made very clear what I was asking. Your two early emails skirted my questions completely. You advise me you had forwarded my original email to Minister Heath MacDonald, to date no reply from him. I emailed my local MLA Sonny Gallant also no reply??? It now appears you are not going to reply either. Surely if I have a legitimate concern I should expect a clear answer to that concern from an elected official. As I said previously there has been little or no information fore-coming from Government. Water is not a Government commodity it belongs to all Islanders. I hope you are aware of the Rick Mercer rant that took place on CBC Tues 11th Oct 2016. I hope you have read the detailed article in National Geographic in reference to the Kansas high plains aquifer. These are not just stories they are real and scientific facts . The PEI Government needs to take this proposed bottled water plant seriously. You need to inform islanders if indeed a permit has been issued? if limits have been placed on the use of water, and most importantly do we have an iron clad law to protect this project from being sold to a multi national a few years down the road. It should not even be considered, our water should not be for sale, what is more worrying is one of the main players in this proposed project ‘Scott Dawson” he already has cause an environmental mess in his defunct tire shredding plant at Huntley near Alberton. But apparently you don’t know about this??
There were replies to at least four previous emails that told me absolutely nothing, and I received no reply from Heath MacDonald or my MLA Sonny Gallant. Smells a bit like the boss put a gag order on his loyal lackeys!!!
A clearly inebriated woman, stark naked, jumped into a taxi in New York City and laid down on the back seat.
The cab driver, an old Jewish gentleman, opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman. He made no attempt to start the cab. The woman glared back at him and said, “What’s wrong with you, honey? – Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”
The old Jewish driver answered, “Let me tell you sumsing, lady. I vasn’t staring at you like you tink; det vould not be proper vair I come from.”
The drunk woman giggled and responded, “Well, if you’re not staring at my boobs or ass, sweetie, what are you doing then?”
He paused a moment, then told her…”Vell, M’am, I am looking and I am looking, and I am tinking to myself,’Vair in da hell is dis lady keeping de money to pay for dis ride?