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... Newfoundland I I had the great good fortune recently to come across some of my fathers' writing, God rest his soul, which spoke of mistruth; LYING! My Dad had the wonderful ability to communicate with such clarity, as to leave no question in the reader's head on what the subject was, and the simple truth of what he was writing or speaking about. He said, "You can't have half a lie. You can't have half a conscience. It's like trying to have half a flame or half a hole. You can have a big lie or a small lie, a big flame or a small flame; but you still have a flame, hole, or lie." Those words penned by my father over thirty years ago have an interesting comparison to the underhanded deceptive display of the federal government, and untrustworthy behaviour of Prime Minister Stephen Harper towards the people of Newfoundland & Labrador. There is no such thing as half a lie Stephen Harper! You can't have half a flame Stephen Harper! You gave the people of Newfoundland & Labrador your WORD on the Atlantic Accord, and you did not keep it sir! You can't have half a hole Mr. Harper, just like you can't have half a bloody LIE! My father wrote these words below over thirty years ago Mr Harper. BUT they are just as relevant to you today as they were then, in your hypocritical treatment of us; Newfoundland & Labrador. They voted for him every time he ran. A harmless thought and said as though by rote: Now, dead, it seemed he did deserve their vote. Seemed now that they'd wished him into hell, "Cause he was good and honest. They could tell. No doubt about it now, sir, no, by God! No better man was put beneath the sod. Oh, well, God rest his soul; he's better off. Let's all go on back home and have a scoff. Scoff they went to eat and drink their fill While his nibs made his rapid ride downhill. Condemned by Justice to eternal fire, For being so notorious a liar. And don't you know that as the gravel fell, This straight faced whore's whelp sauntered into hell. Scanned his District, called for attention to declare: "Well, now, first I'm gonna get you out of here." Shea Newfoundlander ![]()
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