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STEELE?

TWEETS OF THE WEEK
Follow Frank on Twitter at www.twitter.com/Atlantic_Frank.
Because you never know when Frank may be watching.
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� Prudential realty dude Rick Foster recently
purchased a home on Bland Street (assessment:
$517,300). Previously owned by
Philip Brooks. (Tweeted April 10)
� Would-be Tory leader Jamie Baillie spotted
@ the Halifax Shopping Centre Food Court
SMELLS LIKE
SOMEBODY’S
MIFFED
Tiger &
Earl Woods
BY P. ROB OSKIS
WITH A NAME LIKE BARB,
YOU’D THINK SHE’D BE ABLE
TO TAKE SOME LIGHT-
HEARTED RIBBING AT THE
HANDS OF A CERTAIN BI-WEEKLY FAMILY MAGA-
ZINE.
But it would appear that shameless self-promoter
Barb Stegemann’s shoulders are about
as broad as her knowledge of Gandhi (Frank
581 & 582).
For instance, in the wake of my initial dispatch
on the Barbster’s new 7 Virtues Afghanistan
Orange Blossom perfume, the
Antigonish County native rather unceremoniously
blocked me from further following her
words of hippy-dippy “wisdom” on Twitter.
Scents-itive much?
Now, after I v. graciously opted to use my
organ as a means of drumming up additional
support for her Facebook group — “Oprah
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@ Manchu Wok. Chicken balls, pile of rice,
bottle of H20. (Tweeted April 9)
� Someone just suggested to me that Geoff
Regan should leave federal politics to lead
the provincial Libs. “He’d sweep the province.”
I laughed. (Tweeted April 8)
� Why shouldn’t Tiger (Woods) use his
dead father to restore his image? He allowed
something stiff to destroy it. (Tweeted April 8)
� (Radio guy) Andrew Krystal just asked
God to bless convention-centre builder Joe
Ramia. (Tweeted April 8)
� The carpet doesn’t match the drapes!
Spring Garden Courthouse gets ugly new
carpet. (Tweeted April 7)
� Aliant lawyer & former federal Liberal candidate
Catherine Meade has been accepted
into SMU’s Executive MBA program. (Tweeted
April 7)
� Glad to know that so soon after the budget
announcement Liberal Leader S. McNeil & Co.
have nothing better to do than to follow me on
Twitter.
� Ex-preem Rodney MacDonald & son on
their way to see “Clash of the Titans” in 3D @
Empire 10 in Sydney. (Tweeted April 2)
must try the 7 Virtues Afghanistan eau de
parfum” — the woman goes and protects her
“tweets.” What that means is that now in order
to keep up with Barb (nee Robbins) on
Twitter, one must first request, then receive,
permission from her to do so.
How ridiculous is that?
Frankly, I don’t know what the poor woman’s
so scared of. In fact if I were her, I’d be
far more concerned that spraying scented
products of any kind on skin as unusually thin
as hers might lead to a rather unfortunate case
of blood-poisoning.
� Anne Murray’s ho-hum bio “All of Me” has
been nominated for a Dartmouth Book Award.
Winners announced April 14. (Tweeted April 2)
� A reason to celebrate? Frank Beazley
marks 40 years of policing. (Tweeted April
Fool’s Day)
THE NIGHT I GOOGLED
LISA MANNINGER
BY W. ELLE I. NEVER
ADD ERSTWHILE RODNEY MACDONALD
SPEECHWRITER LISA MANNINGER TO THE
GROWING LIST OF SELF-IMPORTANT SOCIAL-
MEDIA DING-A-LINGS DELUSIONAL ENOUGH TO
BELIEVE THEIR TWITTER.COM ENTRIES ARE IN
NEED OF — OR WORTHY OF — PROTECTING.
Oddly enough, last week’s lock-down occurred
mere moments after I notified my faithful
cyber-followers that
the ex-Tory hack is now
toiling as the Director of
Communications for
Doctors Nova Scotia.
After months of wondering
where she may
have landed (Frank
572), some random, insomnia-induced
Google-ing took me to
Lisa-Lisa’s Twitter page.
It was there, I ultimately
found a status update
Lisa Manninger
advising her handful of followers she was accepting
a post with Canada’s oldest medical
association.
You’ll remember, of course, that Lisa’s
$65,000-a-year Premier’s Office gig came to
an end last June when the Rockey Rodney
Regime imploded at the polls; she walked off
with over $16,000 in severance.
Further Google-ing also revealed that Lisa
graduated from Central Elgin Collegiate Institute
in St. Thomas, Ont. in 1985. Which,
by my mathematical calculations, would mean
that she graduated 25 years ago.
It also means that Lisa, would be about ...
well, let’s just say it means that Lisa would be
a heck of a lot older than me. But most likely
better paid.

ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK
HALIFAX, NOVA SCOTIA
ISSUE 583
APRIL 27, 2010
Last week I fell down a rabbit-hole.
Immediately I was taken in by characters
who grew curiouser & curiouser by the
day. Some were orange, some were blue,
some were red, but they were all in such
terrible, terrible disarray.
Charlie The Dodo stuffed boats into
bottles. Stephen The Mock Leader, he
played croquet with The Stripped Tiger
Knave Of Hearts.
And, Glennie The Dutchess, she
patiently teed up all the croquet balls,
while Darrell The Sleepy Dormouse took
some fine digital pictures of it all.
Nobody could find The Worm. Trevor
The Hedge-Hog flipped over the cushions
desperately seeking some loose change. I
was terrorized. It appeared to me all these
characters were just a tad too, too deranged.
“Yes, we’re all completely mad, here!
That most certainly is the case,” cried
Graham The Fibber Footman. “Now,
everybody come watch me, please, as I
bend this spoonful of truth up upon my
crooked face.”
“Six o’clock! Time to eat!” gnarled
Darrell The Sleepy Dormouse. “But, alas,
we’re all out of Leadership Soup!”
“So, we’ll eat some ordinary families,”
he bellowed. “Why, they’re so darn
unmercifully easily duped!”
Fortunately, I then stirred enough to
ponder the potential dangers of Lysergic
Acid Diethylaminde when this thing passed
right before my eyes - “Welcome To Nova
Scotia” read the big blue, block letter road
sign.
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CLEANING UP THE WALL OF SHAME
BY A. FRANK GRUNT
MAN ABOUT TOWN DENIS RYAN IS BACK
IN TOWN AFTER A QUICK JAUNT TO IRE-
LAND TO TAKE CARE OF SOME
FAMILY BUSINESS.
The former face of Ryan’s
Fancy turned man about investments
tells me he has done some
re-decorating at his downtown
Halifax office.
Stripped off the wall, says Denis,
is the rather large, expensively
framed photograph of himself
shoulder-to-shoulder with one, Mr.
Tiger Woods.
The photograph was taken last
June when ol’ Pecker Pants (alleged
N.S. Opposition Leader
Stephen McNeil’s new best
friend) was in the province to play a round of
charity golf with Ron Joyce at his exclusive
Fox Harb’r golf resort near Wallace.
In fact, I was sitting with Denis the day the
framed photograph arrived at his office.
Recent events, however, have required
Denis to find a less prominent place for the
about 16-inch by 20-inch picture.
“The stupid foooker,” Denis lamented when
I spoke with him on the corner of Duke &
Hollis.
Back into the Tickle Trunk went
Tiger.
Interestingly enough, when
Woods arrived at Fox Harb’r much
of the regular staff at Joyce’s pristine
playground were told to take
a few days off, as Mr. Woods preferred
to surround himself with his
own people, for security reasons,
of course.
PS: I also want to note that the
esteemed Mr. Ryan is as outraged
as I am that CBC-TV no longer
broadcasts the East Coast Mu-
sic Awards.
Denis Ryan
Fortunately, he did not put himself
through the remarkably amateurish Bell
Aliant webcast of the big event held at Sydney’s
Centre 200 last month. He did say, however,
that if you fail to showcase your culture
in the best possible forum, then it will slowly
begin to erode.
Hear, hear!
CHOWING DOWN WITH FOR MAYOR PETER
MAYOR PETER KELLY TELLS ME HIS $100 A PLATE POLITICAL FUNDRAISER ON APRIL 7 AT
DAL’S STUDENT UNION BUILDING WAS A SMASHING SUCCESS.
Peter says his organizers were hoping for a turnout of 200; exactly 273 civic-minded
folks attended. The guest speaker was the Federation of Canadian Municipalities prezzie
Basil Stewart, Mayor For Life of Summerside, P.E.I., and the local glitterai included
supreme arsekisser Andrew Krystal, and convention centre developer, Joe Ramia.
TOO MUCH
INFORMATION
I. NOCALLBACH
this January 29 gem from Transportation
IF GRAHAM STEELE WANTS TO REDUCE
THE COST OF GOVERNMENT, HE NEED LOOK
NO FURTHER THAN THE BLOATED RANKS OF
MY DEAR FRIENDS AT COMMUNICATIONS
Infrastructure Renewal: “Reminder to use
headlights.”
Whereas the department employed 105 in
2006 (opposed to only 57 in 2000, see Frank
505 for the rundown), now 138 spindoctors
NOVA SCOTIA.
are living large, thanks to Communications
The annual CNS payroll has swelled from
$3 million a decade ago to over $10 million
today. I’m no Mensa candidate, but methinks
that’s a hefty $7 million increase, of dubious
value to taxpayers.
Just think, that $7 million could have subsidized
the Cat Ferry for one more year. Instead
we get a barrage of press releases like
Nova Scotia largesse.
Naturally, such a stellar roster of talent comes
at a heavy price. In 2000, the highest CNS
earner, then-chief mouthpiece mandarin Jim
Vibert, drew exactly $70,726. Jim’s salary,
which used to be the ceiling, is now exceeded
by 30 CNS professional communicators.
Excuse me while I heave my lunch.
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 3

ARMOYAN DIVORCE
DRAMA THIS WEEK
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A LAPTOP CAUSE SO MUCH FRIGGIN TROUBLE
IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE?
I refer, of course, to the unending legal row over copied laptop
data that has erupted between Armco Capital and Lisa Armoyan,
the beauteous, seperated wife of long-time company director Vrege
Armoyan.
BY GAY M. SHOW
AT PRESSTIME, COLCHESTER COUNTY
NATIVE ADAM BURROWS WAS EAGERLY
AWAITING A CHEQUE FROM THE PRODUC-
ERS OF THE PRICE IS RIGHT AFTER AN
APPEARANCE AS A CONTESTANT ON THE
ICONIC GAME SHOW NETTED HIM PRIZES
INCLUDING A TRIP TO BARBADOS, A HOT
TUB AND $5,000 CASH.
Although tax implications for foreigners
mean Adam will be netting far less than an
American resident would, the 2007 NSCC
Kingstec Radio and Television Arts graduate
doesn’t seem to be letting that small detail
bring him down.
Adam, who works for Canadian Border
Services in Saskatchewan, made the trek to
Los Angeles with his long-time pal, New Mi-
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Adam Burrows in action (left)
as buddy Chad Jackson (above, centre)
cheers him on from the audience.
ADAM’S 15 MINUTES ... AND $7,000
nas used car peddler Chad Jackson, in early
February. The show aired March 25.
Adam was the first contestant called to
“come on down,” and was also the first to
make it onstage with Drew Carey, who replaced
Bob Barker as the show’s host a few
years back.
“When they showed me the boat I just about
had a heart attack,” he said of the first prize
up for grabs, which he incidentally didn’t manage
to secure. But later in the show he scored
a spot in the Showcase Showdown, where
he bested the competition to win a $22,915
prize package including the trip, the tub and
the cash, along with a big screen TV, a
Nintendo Wii, and some patio furniture.
Unfortunately for Adam, logistics, along with
those aforementioned tax implications, are
forcing him to forfeit the trip. As non-residents
are forced to cough up a 37 per cent tax on
On March 30 Armco appealed a recent decision from Supreme
Court judge Gerald Moir, who basically pawned the whole legal mess
off on the Florida courts, which is where Lisa initiated divorce proceedings
against Vrege (Frank 575-579,581,582).
The brief, three-page submission from Armco’s Stewart McKelvey
solicitor Colin Piercy claims Moir’s verdit was flawed and, among
other legal thrusts, argues that the judge failed to establish if Lisa
only made one copy of the disputed data, which is currently under
Florida court protection, or if she has other copies in her gym bag.
Stay tuned.
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game show winnings, the $8,000 trip would’ve
cost more than $3,000 to claim. In addition,
he and his fiancee would have had to make
their own travel arrangements between
Regina and California.
Adam’s opted to pay the tax on the hot tub
— he plans on selling that to his sister-in-law
at cost — and is taking the cash option on the
TV, video game thingy, and the furniture,
which, when added to the other cash, should
leave him with a cheque for about $7,000 after
taxes.
Bred in Brookfield and Maitland, Hants
County, Adam, 23, managed brief on-air stints
at Big Dog/Cat Country in Truro and stations
in Fredericton before he went to work
for Canadian Border Services. His dad
Graham works for CBS in Halifax and his
mom Elizabeth is a personal care worker.
They still live in the Hubtown.

LIBERAL CANDIDATE LAUNCHED
IRISH ABUSE STORM
BY CARDINAL SINN
DOLORES ATWOOD TELLS ME THAT RICHARD
BURKE, THE CATHOLIC ARCHBISHOP OF
BENIN, NIGERIA, WHO SHE ALLEGES SEXUALLY
ASSAULTED HER WHEN SHE WAS 14, RESIGNED
ON MARCH 29.
According to multiple U.K. press reports, in
2009 the Tipperary-born Burke stepped down
while the Vatican investigated Dolores’s allegations
that in 1983, while ill in a Nigerian
hospital, the priest molested her.
To quote an October 26 article in the Independent:
“This is the first instance of an official
charge of clerical child molestation made
against an archbishop of Irish nationality.”
Press reports indicated Burke continued a
sexual relationship with the minor for years
afterwards, although the Nigeria-raised
Dolores, who has lived with her husband
Christopher Atwood in Wellington, Yarmouth
Co. for a decade or more, tells me it
did not go on for 20 years, as some reports
claimed.
The investigation into the Archbishop was
revealed in an October interview Dolores gave
the Irish Mail on Sunday, and a plethora of
international headlines quickly followed.
HOLY
WRIT
The Kiltegan, Ireland-based St. Patrick’s
Missionary Society, which ordained Burke in
1975, subsequently acknowledged it received
Dolores’s abuse complaint in December 2008,
and was regularly keeping her up to date on
the investigation, which was being conducted
by the Holy See’s top-level watchdog, the Congregation
for the Doctrine of the Faith.
Dolores, who ran for the Liberals provincially
in 2006 and is looking to secure the party’s
nomination for the upcoming byelection
(see Page 11), tells me she went public after
information from her Nigerian home suggested
Burke may have recently acquired more than
a passing familiarity with her youngest sister.
“I wanted him out of his position,” Dolores
says, and tells me she felt guilty she hadn’t
come forward with her own abuse allegations
earlier, but explains the cultural reasons behind
her long-kept silence.
WHERE’S WALDO, ER, WINGLE?
BY M. I. AYE
OH, DEAR. AS OF 10:51 A.M. ON APRIL
9, IT APPEARS ANOTHER ROMAN CATHOLIC
CHURCH BISHOP HAS GONE MISSING.
According to several media outlets, St.
Catharine’s, Ont. Bishop James Wingle,
spiritual leader of the Yarmouth Catholic
Diocese from 1993-2002, has not been seen
in public since his April 7 resignation.
Citing an inability to “maintain the necessary
stamina to fulfil properly my duties,”
Bishop Wingle’s abrupt, Vatican-approved
departure sent local tongues wagging.
The 63-year-old’s whereabouts were immediately
unknown to the local Catholic Centre
and to his superiors at the Archdiocese of
Toronto, press reports indicated. Heck, even
his housekeeper is quoted as saying she did
not know where Wingle was. Neighbours reported
seeing a moving van outside his pad
earlier in the week, but they, too, were equally
in the dark. And the Pope’s ambassador in
Ottawa was as helpful as a pet rock, referring
all questions to Vatican, the place where
curiosity dies in silence. It’s all a divine mystery,
I guess.
Losing a Bishop is hard. Just ask the
Antigonish faithful, who felt mass shock last
September 26 when their shepherd,
Raymond Lahey, resigned out of the blue for
“personal reasons,” which of course turned
out to be a criminal charge of possession and
importation of child pornography, a matter still
before the courts.
For nearly a decade, James Wingle was the
Holy See’s highest representative in the Yarmouth
Diocese, which has 36 churches and
missions throughout Annapolis, Kings,
Digby, Shelburne and Yarmouth counties,
serving a total Catholic population of 36,000.
As I once noted, Wingle’s conservative ideology
is somewhat to the right of Genghis
Khan, and I recall once asking his views on
celibacy for priests, a hot-button issue in the
church, particularly in wake of the current
sex scandal reverberating through the Vatican.
Then Yarmouth Bishop Wingle told me: “Celibacy
is longstanding, deep and well-founded. I
welcome and am delighted to support the ongoing
issue of a celibate priesthood.”
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Dolores Atwood
“In Africa, people don’t listen to you.”
Shortly after the Irish Mail interview, the St.
Patrick’s Missionary Society released a statement
acknowledging “the deep sorrow and
regret of the society for the suffering the complainant
and her family are going through.”
Oddly, the Canadian media seems to have
missed Dolores’s incredible story, but at the
time we hacks were preoccupied with an unfolding
church scandal closer to home, that
of former Antigonish Bishop, Raymond
Lahey. One can only handle so many troubled
Bishops.
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Have you seen this man
in the pointy hat lately?
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 5

J’ACCUSE!
HOW THE PROVINCE
OF NOVA SCOTIA STOLE
THIS MAN’S LAND
— AND MADE HIM PAY
FOR THE PLEASURE!
By Rip Toff
& Major Lee Scrood
AS TAXPAYERS, I GUESS WE SHOULD AP-
PLAUD THE PROVINCIAL GOVERNMENT, FOR
STEALING HUNDREDS OF ACRES OF PRIME COW
BAY LAND FROM DEVELOPER ARTHUR RHYNO,
FOR KICKING A MAN WHILE HE’S DOWN, AND
STICKING HIM WITH OUR LEGAL TAB, BUT I
DUNNO, THE WHOLE THING MAKES ME FEEL
KINDA SICK INSIDE.
Then again, after decades of mismanagement,
our treasury is damn near empty, so
why shouldn’t the province go after the little
guy, and strip him of money and land?
In all seriousness, when government grabs
property from private citizens, and does not
even offer compensation, isn’t that taking a
page from the Joseph Stalin playbook? Is this
what celebrating Democracy 250 was all
about?
Think about that for a second.
Unfortunately, as I’ve often reported, in the
mysterious case of Dartmouth entrepreneur
Arthur Rhyno (Frank 474, 490, 496, 501, 502,
519, 528, 529, 537, 559, 563), our provincial
government officials have acted little better
than tinpot dictators.
Last week, N.S. Court of Appeal judges
Michael MacDonald, Linda Oland and David
Farrar threw out Arthur’s case, and now the
38-year Silver Sands Realty czar is throwing
in the towel. Arthur is Alberta-bound. And
who can blame him?
“How can you live somewhere where they
steal from you?” a still hot-under-the-ollar
Arthur asks me, a day after he absorbed the
crushing judicial blow.
“Expropriation without compensation. That’s
their words.”
He goes silent.
“Unbelievable.”
“How the hell can you do that?”
The defeat stings on so many levels.
“I have to pay them for stealing from me.
How the fuck does that make sense?” he demands.
“I never did anything wrong. If you want to
take it, that’s fine, but compensate me.”
Arthur insists: “I just want to be treated
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Arthur Rhyno and his stolen property.
equal. I don’t need to be treated special. I’m
used to fighting for everything I’ve got. I’m a
logical guy, I’ve got tons of common sense.
But this is not logical, man.”
His legal nightmare — the second involving
the province that the former Maritime
Demolition co-owner has faced since 2000*
— began in October 2005 when then-N.S.
land registration guru Mark Coffin slapped a
stop order on his Cow Bay Lake property,
effectively freezing it in a bureaucratic limbo.
Coffin was acting on the advice of then NDP
MLA Kevin Deveaux, who wrote it was “imperative
... (to) ensure Cow Bay Lake remains
Crown property.”
Arthur’s Cow Bay Lake lands were privately
held since Enoch Bean held the original deed
in February 1785, and the province never
once objected to collecting taxes on it.
In fact, Arthur, who purchased the lands for
$550,000 in 2000, continued to dutifully pay
his taxes on the land he no longer owns since
the provincial stop-order nearly five years
ago. No refund for Arthur, though. Too bad,
so sad.
The province claimed ownership of Arthur’s
land under the 1919 Water Act, which one
expert surveyor told me he believed set a dangerous
precedent. As in, now it will be easier
for the province to expropriate land, without
paying landowners. In other countries, we refer
to this as theft.
Clearly, Arthur feels his arguments still hold
merit.
“It’s the 1919 Water Act. It was never contested
until 2005. For almost 90 years there
was no problem.”
He’s miffed, but why shouldn’t he be?
Getting the matter resolved was a huge
drain on his coffers. What people say is true:
the justice system moves slowly, and only the
rich can afford it.
Arthur figures the appeals process cost him
$50,000 in lawyer fees alone, plus the extra
$25,000 or so court costs he was ordered to
pay the province. (I can’t say for certain
Arthur’s final tab. The court decision has not
yet been publicly released.)
“Five years to get an answer,” he mourns.
“Unbelievable.”
Part of the delay was thanks to provincial
lawyers, at one point holding over his case to
deal with its Sunday shopping court challenge.
In Supreme Court Justice Gerald Moir’s
2007 decision which Arthur later appealed to
the higher court, Moir acknowledged the developer
“acted in good faith all along.” He
bought the land, spent a fortune to migrate it
under the money-sucking migration system,
acquired good title to his land, subdivided 10
lots, as permitted under existing law, and then
the law proceeded to kick Arthur in the teeth
and rob him blind. For no good reason at all.
* Arthur had already spent five years in a
different legal battle, over a disputed provincial
tender, which he lost at the Court of Appeal
(Frank 450, 452, 457, 459, 473). At the
time, he pegged his legal costs at $250,000.
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BEAR BURNING TO BE BACK IN A KITCHEN
BY Q. ZEEN
APPARENTLY UNDAUNTED BY HIS LAST BRUSH WITH FRONTING
AN UPSCALE EATERY, HALIFAX CELEBRITY CHEF RAY BEAR IS
WORKING TOWARD OPENING A NEW RESTAURANT.
Word is that the NSCC Akerley culinary grad has been eyeing the
3300 square foot space at 5171 Salter St. for his latest endeavour.
The space has previously housed Atlantis Steak & Seafood, the Chopin
Bistro and most recently, the Crown Diner.
Allison Bates, the city-owned building’s property manager, says the
Hardman Group is in negotiation with “several” potential tenants, and
expects to have a deal on paper within days.
In the meantime, Ray has been busy drumming up financial support
for the new eatery on Twitter.
“Looking for investors for my new restaurant,” he revealed to his followers
on April 2.
What could have been a promising partnership between Bear and
California native financier David Tabah fizzled last fall when the chef
walked away from his namesake Bear Restaurant on Barrington
Street. He would later tell Coast scribe Tim Bousquet that part-time
Musquodoboit resident David had threatened his life.
DINER HEAVEN!
RETURN OF THE COSY
BY ANDREW CORNSTALKER
IN THIS REPORTER’S OPINION, THE OPENING OF A 44-SEAT DINER
IN NEW GLASGOW’S GOODMAN BUILDING WILL DO MORE FOR
THE TOWN THAN MILLIONS OF DOLLARS IN DOWNTOWN
REVITALIZATION CASH EVER COULD.
I’m not talking about just any old greasy spoon, mind you, but the
one by which all others will forever be measured: The Cosy Corner.
A Downtown New Glasgow mainstay since the 1950s, the original
Cosy Corner on Provost Street burned down in 2004, seven years
after long-time proprietor Peter Demetre sold his pride and joy to John
Billington and his mother Teela, both long-time employees. Peter himself
died suddenly two years after the fire at the age of 74.
I don’t believe the cause of the fire was ever officially determined.
Oh, well.
The new Cosy Corner, in the space formerly occupied by the Downtown
Deli and the Tomato Cafe, served up its first meal on March 30
under the watchful eye of Rita Billington, Teela’s talented and fragrant
mid-30ish daughter. While I understand John will continue to
help out on occasion, Teela is manning the ovens full time, churning
out the pies and cinnamon buns that have been a Cosy mainstay since
her initial hiring in 1966.
Rita tells me the menu is the same as always, featuring the Cosy’s
famous fish and chips and my perennial favourite, the cheeseburger
platter with the works and fried onions. The fries, I’m pleased to tell
you, are still hand-cut.
Business is booming, I understand, as old regulars - some of whom
I’d wager haven’t spent a dime downtown in years - are making their
way in for a visit.
“It’s been tremendous,” says Rita of the new (old) restaurant’s reception.
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FOOD
FOR
THOUGHT
The eatery, which opened in 2008, was
dogged almost from the beginning by apparent
financial difficulties, which manifested
themselves in $700,000 worth of
builder’s lien claims filed against the restaurant,
its landlord and the Lawen-owned
W building.
The resto, renamed twelvefortyone,
died a quiet death earlier this year. Jan Ray Bear
Wicha, whose Cafe Chianti was damaged in that dramatic South
Street fire earlier this year, is planning to move into that space.
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The old Cosy, pre-conflagration.
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 7

FACEBOOKING THE MUSIC
BY INDIE NYALL
FOR SOMEONE IN THE MIDST OF A
LENGTHY DRUG TRIAL WHICH COULD DE-
TERMINE HER PROFESSIONAL FATE, FORMER
N.S. CROWN ATTORNEY ANNE CALDER
IS AS COOL AS A CUCUMBER. ON
FACEBOOK, AT LEAST.
On the evening of April 7, the same day
Justice Peter Bryson ruled that potentially
damning statements she made to guards at
the Burnside Jail last summer would be admissible
at trial, Amherst native Anne was
doing the same thing that everyone else does
on the social networking website.
That is to say, everything in general but nothing
in particular.
That night, in no particular order, she “liked”
a photo of a friend skiing at Vale, she joined
groups supporting the fight against child pornography
and opposing Barbara Budd’s
forced retirement from As It Happens, and
posted a teasing invite for Blue Rodeo to play
a show in Windsor, N.S.: “In my dreams, ha
ha!”
She also became a fan of the East Coast
Music Association, “liked” the Nova Scotia
Nature Trust’s fan page, and commented on
a CBC poll asking whether the HST increase
would encourage her to shop outside the province.
She answered in the affirmative.
In other words, those looking for some special
insight into how the 56-year-old is holding
up would find nothing of significance. That
is, unless you believe that her cryptic one-word
status update (Wait ...) hinted at an upcoming
bombshell to be delivered by her defence lawyer
Craig Garson at a later date.
As you have likely read elsewhere, Anne
stands accused of trafficking hydromorphone,
possession of the narcotic for the purpose of
trafficking, and possession of less than three
kilos of pot for the purpose of trafficking. The
hydromorphone was allegedly inside an envelope
she passed to a client, Thomas Izzard,
under the table in a meeting room at the Central
Nova Scotia Correctional Facility on
July 14, 2009. A subsequent search of her
Quinpool Road home allegedly turned up the
pot.
The former New Glasgow Crown prosecutor
boasts 259 friends on Facebook, perhaps
none more interesting than RCMP Const.
Adree Zahara, who you might remember got
into a spot of bother a few years back when
she fired her service pistol into the wall of her
Lunenburg County home nine times following
a dispute with her ex-boyfriend. I believe
her total punishment amounted to a year’s
probation and a 10-day unpaid suspension
from work. Adree, who likely crossed paths
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with Anne during her brief stint with the
Queen’s Cowboys in Stellarton, now works
out of the Halifax detachment and calls Bedford
home.
Anne also counts a laundry list of present
and former N.S. media types among her pals,
including Murray Brewster, Steve Weagle,
Greg Guy, Don Connolly, Amy Pugsley
Fraser, Kim Kierans, Michael DeAdder,
Nicolle Carlin, MairiAnna Bachynsky, Paul
Schneidereit, Tracy Prysiazniuk, Rachel
Boomer, Stephen Cooke and Stephen
Kimber. She’s tight with musicians including
Coco Love Alcorn, Charlie A’Court, Dave
Carroll, Dutch Robinson, Gordie
Sampson, Dave Gunning, Kev Corbett,
Ian Janes, Kendra MacGillivray and Scott
MacMillan; actors Bill Carr, Jeremy Webb,
Mark Critch, Jackie Torrens, Lucy
DeCoutere and Cathy Jones; and barkeeps
Victor Syperek and Mike Campbell, along
with former Mersey House proprietor
Michael Loveridge.
Other notables on Anne’s list include deceased
Pictou County warden Hank
Dunnewold, Diefenbunker proprietor Anton
Self, self-esteem expert Fred Connors, mu-
It’s all very
un-daunting...
Can I fluff
your pillow?
1980s-era Anne, back when she was
a stewardess with Canadian Airlines.
sic promoter Wendy Gilmour, shameless
self-promoter Barb Stegemann, Tory operative
Jordi Morgan, and City of Flakes-based
Chief Petty Officer Peter Majeau.
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Just a few weeks after entering a not guilty plea in Dartmouth Provincial Court on
September 2, 2009, Anne skipped off to Manhattan for a few days to catch A Steady
Rain on Broadway. The play, starring Daniel “James Bond” Craig (left) and Hugh
“Wolverine” Jackman (right), shattered box office records during its 12 week run.
This shot has enjoyed an even longer run as her Facebook profile pic.

MYRA FOUGHT THE LAW & THE LAW WON...
FAR BE IT FOR ME TO GO SOUNDING ALARM BELLS,
BUT I FEAR THAT WHILOM LT.-GOVERNOR MYRA
FREEMAN MAY BE IN THE THROES OF SOME SORT
OF DOWNWARD SPIRAL.
She’s just not herself these days, ya know?
Remember how a few weeks back I witnessed her recklessly
abandoning her shopping cart in the grocery-store
instead of returning it safely to the buggy corral like a
responsible adult (Frank 582)? I’m still reeling ...
So you can imagine the shock and horror I experienced
April 8 as I watched her proceed through the oftdiscussed
metal detector near the entry way of the
Spring Garden Road Courthouse.
As is customary, a sheriff took a peak inside her trendylooking
purse. When asked about its contents, she quite
congenially employed the tried and true “kitchen sink”
adage.
“Is this lipstick loaded?” the Sheriff mused.
“No,” she replied, appearing somewhat taken aback
by the question.
I cringed as 60-year-old Myra, decked out in a mallard-green
two-piece suit, made her way past a cluster of
tough-looking dames to the newly — hideously —
My hair colour
and skin tone don’t
exist anywhere else
in nature. Heehee!
recarpeted reception area where
tickets are routinely paid.
Turns out Myra had v. recently
been pulled over by The Fuzz
in Dartmouth (near Woodlawn
and Victoria Road) for using a
cellphone while behind the
wheel of hubby Larry’s Jeep
Grand Cherokee.
Standing just a few feet
away from the wicket, I overheard
Myra explain to the
court clerk that the call in
question was rather important, as Form L-G Myra (right)
it involved a health-related up- & former Chief Justice Connie Glube.
date of someone near and dear.
Then, she reached into her
trendy handbag — one of those ones you carry like an
’80s-era lunch kit — to retrieve the funds necessary to
pay the $167.71 fine.
Given her previously noted affinity for visiting the Winners
discount shop (Frank 439) and her subsequent
attempt to offload her domestic cast-offs at the Urban
Cottage consignment shop (Frank 505), I think it goes
without saying that having to pay for such a pricey telephone
call would stick in poor Myra’s v. frugal craw.
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Faces Magazine Fav Shopaholic,
Melissa Edwards.
FACE IT, YOU’RE
BARELY HALIFAMOUS
CHATTER
BY BUBBLES
FRANKLANDER
WHILE I WASN’T ABLE TO TRACK DOWN FECES
FACES MAGAZINE PUBLISHER JOSHUA TURK
like when they follow the rules.
But enough about all of that nonsense. On with
BEFORE I WENT TO PRESS, I AM DISTURBED BY the awards!
TALK THAT PROMOTERS FOR THE RECENT FECES
FACES AWARDS SHINDIG AT THE TOOTHY MOOSE
HOPELESSLY OVERSOLD THE EVENT, LEAVING
MANY TICKET-HOLDING SCENESTERS STANDING IN
Fav Shopaholic went to Melissa Edwards,
Fav Barstar was Mac Shaker, Fav Stud was
Sam Saade, Fav Radio Personality was Special
Ed, Fav Promo Girl was Loran Morrison
... hold on. Who are these people, you ask? I’ll
A LINE-UP FOR MOST OF THE NIGHT.
tell you.
Halifax Coun. Dawn “Downtown” Sloane,
who took home the Fav Councillor Award,
complains that while award nominees were allowed
to skip the queue, regular ticketholders
— like her date, for example — had to wait in
line. Unwilling to abandon her man, Dawn and
the unidentified gent went next door to Durty
Nelly’s and spent much of the evening there.
It’s certainly understandable if Toothy Moose
management was being extra vigilant about
crowd control, considering the public dressing
down the bar received from the N.S. Utility and
Review Board last month, but that doesn’t excuse
the rumoured sale of up to 500 tickets for
a venue that can only legally hold 200.
With a few exceptions, the Faces crew and
its Favs (when did the “e” get dropped from
Fave? — ed.) seem to be the sort of faketanned,
teeth-whitened, Ed Hardy-wearing,
over-compensating, low-self-esteem-masking,
intellectual knuckle-draggers who value preening,
partying and popularity over all else.
In fact, I would submit that many of the same
people who bought tickets for the Faces
Awards will also be flocking to the so-called
White Party at the Pacifico next month, shelling
out $85/head for an opportunity to meet a
reality show star whose claim to fame is pointing
at his abs and referring to himself in the
third person.
A source who spent the night inside the caba- Faces Magazine and its followers are characret,
owned by the Bubbles consortium, says ters from the Jersey Shore come to life. They
the place seemed empty compared to previous walk and talk and party, but they can’t do all three
nights. Guess that’s what it’s supposed to look at once. And they’re slowly taking over.
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THE LIBERAL LEADERSHIP DOG & PONY SHOW
BY A. FRANK GRUNT
NOVA SCOTIA LIBERAL LEADER STEPHEN
MCNEIL’S RECENT TRIP TO AUGUSTA,
GEORGIA (THAT’S NOT IN NOVA SCOTIA) TO
WATCH GOLF WHILE HARSH ECONOMIC CON-
DITIONS WERE BEING DEBATED HERE AT HOME
SPEAKS VOLUMES. AND, NO, I HAVEN’T SEEN
STEPHEN’S PLANE TICKET.
Moreover, his party’s response to criticism
of the trip that “family always comes first,” well
... never mind.
The optics of the thing are the optics of abdication.
Maybe Stephen went for a walk in
the Augusta, Georgia snow? Who knows?
All indications (this week) are that he’s up
for a tough review at the May AGM.
He is the first Liberal leader since the late
John Savage to face such. And those numbers
did not have to be released, remember?
Danny Graham had real “family always
comes first” reasons to walk away. Francis
JOANNE
& GLENNIE
IN MYSTERY
CATFIGHT?
BY A. FRANK GRUNT
NICE TO SEE THE HARDEST WORKING
WOMAN IN TELEVISION, CTV’S JOANNE
CLANCY, OUT OF THE ROBIE STREET STU-
DIO AND BACK ON THE POLITICAL BEAT.
The lovely Joanne, 55ish, if you can believe
it, is covering Province House for the Jay
Witherbee crowd.
No doubt the CTV news director continues
to be pleased with Joanne’s efforts.
However, I hear not so pleased is one Ms.
Glennie Langille, familiar to paying Frank
readers as Director of Communications for
avid golf fan Stephen McNeil, the Valley refrigerator
repairman who is said to be Leader
of the N.S. Liberal Party, and since last
June, much by default, also Nova Scotia’s
Leader of Her Majesty’s Official Opposition.
Which means, of course, that Stephen gets
to sit directly across from Premier Darrell
10 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
MacKenzie got chased outta town. Russell
MacLellan resigned and went back to practising
law.
One-hundred years ago, Vince MacLean
tried to stay on with 51.4 per cent of the vote.
What will Stephen do? What’s his benchmark?
What’s Stephen’s magic number? Who
knows?
Maybe that’s a secret, too.
Just like the caucus budget info which is no
longer shared with caucus members, despite
the fact that each caucus member brings
$55,000 to the office.
And how frugal is Stephen with your tax
dollars? I understand Dave Wilson’s old office
is underutilized while Stephen has decided
to renovate the Liberal Caucus boardroom.
They did pick up two whole new seats last
June.
When he took over the party three years
ago, defeating Clayton Park MLA Diana
Whalen by just 68 votes, Stephen did not take
the traditional leader’s office space, among
Joanne Clancy
Dexter on the floor of the Legislature, which
I think should be honour enough for anybody,
really.
Glennie is a former hackette, herself. She
goes all the way back to day when radio stations
actually had functioning newsrooms.
(Say what??? — ed.)
Glennie, however, tells me she’s very much
unaware of any falling-out she may have just
his fellow MLAs.
Instead he took an office which would have
him closer to his chief advisers, director of
communications Glennie Langille, and chief
of staff Allan Sullivan. I understand the trio
occasionally enjoy a splash of red wine together.
Hear, hear!
But forget the red wine. Back to the leadership
review. Hear, hear!
A recent email campaign from Stephen’s
office was a plea from the heart to help the
man keep his leader’s job.
But the campaign lacked a professional approach.
The emails I’ve seen weren’t personalized.
They came with a “Dear XXXXX,” Remember:
“Your party membership expires on
XXXXXX.”
And they ended:
“Sincerely,
Stephen McNeil
Official Opposition Leader
Glennie Langille
the other week had with Joanne Clancy.
“No, not to my knowledge,” Glennie told me
over the phone. Glennie phoned me back quite
promptly on a Friday morning when the House
was sitting. It would have been inconsiderate
of me not to thank Glennie for her timely return
call. So I did.
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HOW TO SKIN A CAT
BYELECTION NEWS
BY SEYMORE CANDIDATES sociations in Ottawa, and Fraser, the South
IF CAT-KILLER DARRELL DEXTER EVER
GETS UP THE NERVE TO SET A DATE, THE
YARMOUTH BYELECTION PROMISES TO HAVE
MORE POLITICAL INTRIGUE THAN AN MLA HAS
West Health mouthpiece, are the headliners
going mano-a-mano for the Liberal nomination
on May 8.
But the kingmaker may well be Dolores
Atwood, whose 2006 showing at the ballot
EXPENSE CLAIMS.
box attracted 10 more votes than Liberal Dave
While no Tory has yet declared, I hear Mooney’s 1,041 votes in 2009.
former mayor and living fossil Charles “Tick” Also in the running for the nomination,
Crosby will step forward to claim the Richie Delores boasts support from the CWL Catho-
Hurlburt vacated seat (Would you like a genlic Women’s League community, and is
erator with that? — ed.). BTW, I hear Richie backed by her Gritty gal pal, Acadia First
briefly surfaced in town last week before em- Nations chief Debbie Robinson.
barking on a brand new tan in the Sunshine I’m told Liberal party memberships have
State.
gone up from 80 to nearly 1,000. I rather doubt
Ol’ Tick, who briefly toiled last year in NDP memberships in Yarmouth are experienc-
Richie’s constituency office, will likely face off ing similar growth.
against either Fraser Mooney Jr., brother of * Tick beat Phil and Fraser’s dad, the late
Tick’s mayoral nemesis Phil Mooney, or up- Fraser Mooney, Yarmouth MLA from 1970 to
start Zach Churchill, whose mother Joanne 1984, for the mayoral parking spot back in
Bishara’s family were always big Tick sup- 1993. Tick has served as Yarmouth mayor
porters.*
since 1903.
Student champion Zach, the national direc-
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Zach Churchill
WELL THANK YOU ...
THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
BY KAYE SARAH SERRA
I’M NO EXPERT, BUT I WOULD THINK
ELECTIONS NOVA SCOTIA CAME PERILIOUSLY
CLOSE TO BREAKING ONE OF ITS OWN LAWS.
It took our elections watchdog, led by the
$168,513-per Christine McCulloch (whose
pay outstrips a cabinet minister’s), two weeks
to discover it was giving a political candidate
free advertising.
The phrase “asleep at the switch” certainly
comes to mind, to describe Christine’s crew
and their passive promotion of Zach Churchill,
who on March 24 declared his candidacy
for the Liberal nomination in Yarmouth, as
reported in the March 25 Chronically Horrid.
I dunno, maybe Christine doesn’t read the
Paper Of Record, because on the morning
of April 7, two weeks later, Zach’s picture and
testimonial was still the first thing you saw on
the main page of the Elections Nova Scotia
website.
Yup, there it was, Zach’s smiling mug, the
biggest graphic on the screen, part of Elections
Nova Scotia’s vapid web feature, “There’s a
story behind every vote.” (Certainly, bureau-
cratic bungling would explain this one! — ed.)
OK, so suppose you live in Yarmouth, and
you want to find out about the byelection,
where are you going to check for information?
Elections Nova Scotia, right? So you go on
its website and oh, look, there’s a photo of
Zach Churchill, he’s a good guy, maybe I’ll
vote for him.
OK, maybe it never happened, but the fact
that Christine allowed the possibility that Elections
Nova Scotia could subtly influence the
electorate, makes me wonder if taxpayers are
getting full value from her sizable salary.
When I called spokesthingy Dana Doiron,
he informed me, “Your timing is off by a couple
of hours.” Turns out, that very morning,
Yarmouth’s returning officer Marie Atkinson
had discovered the electoral faux-pas and
alerted her well-paid superiors.
Dana assured me his office was moving
heaven and earth to erase Zach from its little
corner of cyberspace. And true to Dana’s
word, when I checked back on 4 p.m. April 7,
our crack team of vote scrutineers had deleted
Zach’s Elections Nova Scotia advertorial.
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The newly released list
of N.S. returning officers:
ANNAPOLIS, Sandra Meers, Annapolis Royal
ANTIGONISH, Bill Meehan, Antigonish
ARGYLE, Daniel Muise, Tusket
BEDFORD-BIRCH COVE, Jim Sullivan, Bedford
CAPE BRETON CENTRE, Cotter Oliver, Reserve
Mines
CAPE BRETON NORTH, Alden MacLeod,
Sydney Mines
CAPE BRETON NOVA, John Shaw, Sydney
CAPE BRETON SOUTH, John Newell, Sydney
CAPE BRETON WEST, Ann Polegato, Sydney
CHESTER-ST. MARGARET’S, Daisy
Dauphinee, Tantallon
CLARE, Nora Saulnier, Concession
COLCHESTER-MUSQUODOBOIT VALLEY,
Vacant
COLCHESTER NORTH, Lorraine Dawson,
North River
COLE HARBOUR, Michael Hodgson,
Dartmouth
COLE HARBOUR-EASTERN PASSAGE,
Malcolm MacDonald, Eastern Passage
CUMBERLAND NORTH, Betty Rushton,
Amherst
CUMBERLAND SOUTH, Gail Maddison,
River Phillip
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APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 11

RETURNING OFFICERS,
FROM PREVIOUS PAGE
DARTMOUTH EAST, Caroll Ann
MacDonald, Dartmouth
DARTMOUTH NORTH, Heather
Collins, Dartmouth
DARTMOUTH SOUTH-PORTLAND
VALLEY, Murdock Morrison, Dartmouth
DIGBY ANNAPOLIS, Lee Eisan,
Clementsport
EASTERN SHORE, Reginald
Mannette, Porter’s Lake
GLACE BAY, Wayne Howie, Glace Bay
GUYSBOROUGH-SHEET HARBOUR,
Marcia Connolly, Bolyston
HALIFAX ATLANTIC, Bruce Cooke,
Herring Cove
HALIFAX CHEBUCTO, Rupert Fisher,
Halifax
HALIFAX CITADEL-SABLE ISLAND,
Brian Phillips (not the failed former Tory
candidate), Halifax
HALIFAX CLAYTON PARK, Stephen
Clancey, Halifax
HALIFAX FAIRVIEW, John Hart, Halifax
HALIFAX NEEDHAM, Ken Eisan, Halifax
HAMMONDS PLAINS-UPPER
SACKVILLE, Nancy Dempsey, Middle
Sackville
HANTS EAST, Lawrin Armstrong,
Shubenacadie
HANTS WEST, Ken Sears, Windsor
INVERNESS, Cathy Conrad, Crandall
KINGS NORTH, Al Kingsbury, Kentville
KINGS SOUTH, Gary Murray, Berwick
KINGS WEST, Vacant (was Sheila
Munday, see Frank 559)
LUNENBURG, Anne Cosgrove,
Lunenburg
LUNENBURG WEST, Helen Chisholm,
Bridgewater
PICTOU CENTRE, Scott Clow, Trenton
PICTOU EAST, Susan Uhren, New
Glasgow
PICTOU WEST, Josephone
MacDonald, Westville
PRESTON, Tony Melski, Porter’s Lake
QUEENS, Ted Bulley, Liverpool
RICHMOND, Raymond J. LeBlanc,
D’Escousse
SACKVILLE-COBEQUID, James
Drolet, Lower Sackville
SHELBURNE, Joanne Swimm,
Lockeport
TIMBERLEA-PROSPECT, Bernard
Conrad, Timberlea
TRURO-BIBLE HILL, Christine Blair,
Bible Hill
VICTORIA-THE LAKES, Philip
MacRae, Baddeck
WAVERLEY-FALL RIVER-BEAVER-
BANK, Floyd Baker, Fall River
YARMOUTH, Marie Atkinson, Yarmouth
12 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
THE DEPARTURE & RETURN
OF ROBERT TEE-BOW
BY A. FRANK GRUNT
AS REPORTED ELSEWHERE, FORMER WEST
NOVA MP ROBERT THIBAULT HAS LEFT
CAPE BRETON ISLAND, AND HIS POSITION AS
THE CHIEF ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICER FOR
RICHMOND COUNTY AFTER A YEAR, AT A SAL-
ARY OF $125,000 PER.
No surprise, there, as the three-time Liberal
MP, 2000-08, made it clear he was not finished
with electoral politics from the get-go.
In October, he again won the Liberal nomination
to run in West Nova.
The 50-year-old is now safely ensconced as
vice president of Bruce Honda in Yarmouth,
where he can kiss the babies of families coming
in to purchase the new 2011 Honda Odyssey
van.
Liberal Thibault, a former federal fisheries minister
and former minister responsible for ACOA,
lost the seat after eight years to Tory Greg Kerr
in the ’08 general election by about 600 votes.
Kerr, of course, is the financial genius who as
John Buchanan’s long-time finance minister basically
put this have-not province into bankruptcy.
Where we remain today, and with the highest
HST in the whole damn country.
That’s right. The morons in West Nova thought
the Legacy of Greg Kerr so great that they sent
the high school teacher off to Ottawa as one of
Stephen Harper’s Reformers to do more damage.
Absolute idiots.
Unfortunately, I was unable to reach Robert
Thibault, as he was on vacation from his new
position when I phoned Bruce Honda.
Meantime, the search is on for a new perma-
JOANNE & GLENNIE, FROM PAGE 10
The lovely Joanne (not that Glennie isn’t lovely,
also) was unavailable to take my queries.
In any event, sources tell Uncle Frank that
Glennie was very upset by a recent dispatch by
Joanne re: the N.S. MLA Looting Scandal,
which resulted in an unpleasant exchange.
The N.S. MLA Looting Scandal has, of course,
already cost us Yarmouth Tory Richie Hurlburt
and Glace Bay’s Dave Wilson.
I can’t speak for Yarmouth, but the unfortunate
thing about the Dave Wilson thingy is that David,
despite any alleged lapses in judgement, was
providing meaningful representation for the people
of Glace Bay.
Also meaningful was and is the measure of
stress the N.S. MLA Looting Scandal has put on
Robert Thibault
nent CAO for Richmond County.
Postscript: A spokesthingy for the Richmond
County clerk’s office tells me Bob will also still
be available to the municipality until about May
30.
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the likes of Glennie Langille and the spin doctors
of all three parties.
Ironically, if memory serves true, Glennie and
Joanne were both aboard the good ship Mother
Corp. at the same time when Glennie was a reporter
and fill-in anchor, and Joanne was doing
mornings at CBC Newsworld, then largely produced
out of Halifax.
As previously noted, Halifax based political reporters,
as well as a number Liberal caucus
members, are quietly, or not so quietly, grumbling
about what they perceive as Glennie’s tendency
to micro-manage Stephen McNeil’s political
life.
That political life is going to be put truly tested
next month at the party’s AGM in Antigonish.
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PAULA IS ON THE JOB
BY LEFTY MCCASHY
CAROLYN SISLEY, SENIOR ADMINIS–
TRATOR FOR DALHOUSIE’S PSYCHIATRY
DEPT., ASSURES ME THAT A PRIVATE
COMPANY NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE
UNIVERSITY HIRED ROBERT CHISHOLM’S
WIFE AND BIZ PARTNER PAULA SIMON TO
LOBBY THE PROVINCIAL GOVERNMENT.
I’m sighing with relief, as I imagine Robert,
who sits on the uni’s board of governors, would
need to fend off pesky conflict of interest allegations
were this not the case.
But let me shout it from the rooftops, the
former N-Dipper chief socialist turned CUPE
rep turned private sector capitalist was not
involved in retaining his lovely lobbyist spouse
Paula, who co-owns the imaginatively named
Simon Chisholm Consulting Inc. with her
politically connected hubby.
The Simon-Chisholm biz partnership works
as a hired gun for Colour, the PR-marketing
geniuses whose Bayers Road HQ is overrun
with John Hamm era Tories, and newly recruited
lefties like Paula, Robert and erstwhile
NDP party prez Ed Wark, the union donation
guru.
No Dal money is lining Paula’s lobbyist pockets,
Carolyn stresses, telling me the former
realtor and Justice Dept. hackette was hired
by Academic Psychriatry Inc., (Nicholas
Susan Dodd
Delva, prez), a motley crew Carolyn describes
as “an independent contractor” made up entirely
of headshrinkers. These Freudian fanciers
and foes evidently bill the province, and
not Dal, for their services. (Why, that’s crazy
talk! — ed.)
Dal spokesthingy Charles Crosby massages
my shattered journalistic ego when he
insists that Robert and his fellow boardies only
have input on hiring senior administrators, and
are not involved with general uni hiring decisions.
I’m tickled pink, since I would hate to see
an over-burdened Robert taken away from his
own lobbying workload. On March 24, he
signed the necessary paperwork to sweet-talk
provincial officials on behalf of the Municipal
Association of Police Personnel, advocates
for the superiority of Halifax’s Finest over
criminals the RCMP. Robert’s lobbying duties
will target the Premier’s Office, the Justice
Dept. and the Treasury & Policy Board; no
individual MLA may be safe from his advances.
On March 25, a mentally motivated Paula
registered to lobby MLAs, Community Services
and the Education and Health depts.,
to “promote a provincial mental health strategy
and finalize psychiatry-related funding
issues.” As Prince once sang, Let’s Go Crazy!
Busy as a bee Paula is also lobbying for a
new client, Motorola Canada. She plans to
BY CECIL B. DEMENTED
SUSAN DODD IS THE LATEST N-DIPPER
PATRONAGE STAR OF THE WEEK, AFTER HER
CABINET APPOINTMENT TO THE OH-SO-
WONDERFUL-AND-GLAMOROUS FILM NOVA
SCOTIA BOARD.
A top N-Dipper campaign strategist (Frank
560), Kings J-School prof Sue ran Darrell
Dexter’s April 2002 leadership bid, back when
the laptop and digital camera collector toppled
custom-made furniture king John
MacDonnell to become the party’s great socialist
spender, er, leader.
BTW, Sue’s parents were cabinet minnie
Ramona Jennex’s long-time next door neighbours
on Main Street, Berwick, so let’s all
break out in a rousing chorus of Solidarity
Forever, shall we?
Beside Sue, who has written extensively on
Westray mine labour violations and is finishing
a book on the Ocean Ranger disaster,
motor down to Province House, to direct her
motormouth against MLAs, and mo’ departments,
such as Finance, Transportation/Infrastructure
Renewal and the Treasury &
Policy Board.
Robert, who last year sat on the Darrell
Dexter government’s transition team, has
parked his impermeable posterior around
Dal’s B of G boardroom table since 2004. His
twice-extended term expires on June 30.
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READY FOR HER CLOSE-UP
where 84 crew, including her brother, perished,
the Dexter cabinet also appointed
McInnes Cooper lawyer Jeff Larsen to the
Film Nova Scotia board.
Treehugger Jeff is also listed as a director
of MaManna Renewal Energy, whose other
bigwigs include DHX Media exec David
Regan and Scott Travers, the Minas Basin
Pulp & Paper prez.
Jeff’s appointment ups the McInnes Cooper
quota on Film Nova Scotia’s board, as firm
partner and corporate governance queen
Cheryl Hodder’s FNS term was renewed for
three years, until 2013.
Members of the celluloid board, under Chairman-for-Life
Bonita Kirby (Frank 534),
pocket $100/day for meetings, held whenever
globetrotting ceo Anne MacKenzie is at
home, resting between her international film
festival jaunts.
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APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 13

A RECENT CALLER TO THE FRANKLAND BUN-
KER IS EXPRESSING SORROW AT THE MARITAL
MELTDOWN OF LONG-TIME KENMOUNT FORD
MACDONALD FORD TOILER WARREN
CAMPBELL AND HIS GOODLADY WIFE GAIL
(NEE: MACNEIL).
The caller says that friends and acquaintances
are aghast at the break-up of the “high
society” couple. Apparently everyone thought
they had a perfect marriage or something. As
if such an animal exists at all.
I see where Warren, who has been described
Manning MacDonald
(left), Percy Paris (above)
and Stephen Lund (right).
PORKER FINDS
A CAUSE
I WAS CERTAIN CAPE BRETON MLA MANNING “PORKER” MACDONALD WAS GOING TO STROKE
OUT LAST WEEK AS HE HAMMERED AWAY AT ECONOMIC & RURAL DEVELOPMENT MINISTER
PERCY PARIS DURING QUESTION PERIOD OVER NOVA SCOTIA BUSINESS INC. CEO STEPHEN
LUND’S $215,000-A-YEAR SALARY.
Calling the provincial money-chucking agency a “runaway train,” Porker told the Legislature
he wanted an independent review of NSBI, charging that an absurd $7 million a year is being
spent on the salaries of a department with a $35-million budget.
Porker suggested that Economic Development be combined with the Industrial Expansion
Fund and NSBI, which saw Poplar Street, Halifax-dwelling Lund rack up $68,000 in expenses,
to form one accountable and transparent lending agency.
Clearly demonstrating his v. minimal grasp on the Economic Development portfolio, ex-bouncer
Percy’s only defence against Porker’s Gritty criticisms was to announce that the N-Dippers
had inherited Lund’s salary from their predecessors and alleging — sans any proof whatsoever
— that our have-not province is better off because of NSBI.
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CAPE BRETON
CALLING...
‘HIGH SOCIETY’ MARITAL MELTDOWN
to me as “Tom Selleck-esque,” quit-claimed
the 48 Waterville Dr, Howie Centre matrimonial
home (2010 assessment: $167,800) to Gail
— I believe she’s a registered nurse by trade
but is currently working in the pharmaceutical
industry — on December 18. Records
accessed from N.S. Property Online indicate
that the couple purchased the abode from
Margaret Curry in 1990.
Reached at work, Warren politely declined
to discuss the matter with me, and Gail didn’t
return a message I left before Frankland
Press Time.
ERIC SMITH SAYS ALCOHOL WAS IN NO
WAY, SHAPE OR FORM RELATED TO THE TWO
WEEKS OF SICK LEAVE HE TOOK AWAY FROM
HIS DUTIES AS THE NEW MINAS REPRE-
SENTATIVE ON KING’S COUNTY COUNCIL
LAST MONTH.
According to minutes on the web, the municipality’s
March 2
regular meeting was
halted for 10 minutes
when the 68-year-old
took ill and had to leave
the meeting. Although
Eric departed under his
own steam, one onlooker
told me he was
shaking “like somebody
with Parkinson’s ... he
didn’t look very good.”
Although Eric says
the episode, along with
VALLEY
OF FEAR
WHY ERIC
HAD TO EXIT
Eric Smith
the subsequent sick leave, was the result of a
new doctor messing around with his high blood
pressure and diabetes meds, it’s no surprise
that some people are speculating that booze
could have been a factor. After all, it was only
in December of 2007 when Eric, after drinking
a bathtub full of vodka, drove his car into
a tree some 150 feet off the Middle Dyke
Road. He blew a breathalyser reading of .270,
just shy of three and a half times the legal
limit. Eric pleaded guilty to one charge of impaired
driving on January 21, 2008, was fined
$1,380 and lost his licence for a year. He was
re-elected to his second term as councillor that
fall.
But Eric says his drinking days are far behind
him.
“I’ve taken the odd drink, but I don’t touch it
now,” he says, adding that he never started
drinking at all until he was in his late 20s. He
insists he never really had a problem with
booze.
“Except that one time was a doozy, wasn’t
it?” I ask.
“That was a doozy, I agree,” came his response.
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SHURLEY SOME MISTAKE!
BY A. FRANK GRUNT
ANSWER THIS: “HOW CAN THE SAME
STORY THAT OSTENSIBLY GOT TERA CAMUS
FIRED AS CAPE BRETON BUREAU CHIEF
FOR THE CHRONICLE HERALD BE UP FOR
A COVETED 2010 ATLANTIC JOURNALISM
AWARD?”
Well, it’s not exactly the same story, but it is
the same story in terms of many of the same
facts being repeated. Same issue. Same Logan
Paul murder trial.
The 45-year-old single mother of two (14 &
11) was dispatched by Sarah Dennis & Dan
Leger et al on January 19 after 12 years, following
complaints about her reporting by the
N.S. Public Prosecution Service (Frank
578).
Those complaints arose from factual errors
in Tera’s December 4 piece, Jury Mulling
Evidence in Chapel Island Killing.
A number of those errors were repeated
December 5 in Tera’s story, Paul Acquittal
Sparks Threats, Profane Tirade; Marshall
Family Members Incensed With Verdict in
Chapel Island Death.
It is the December 5 story for which Tera is
nominated for the coveted AJA. She has already
won two of them. You basically nominate
yourself.
Quite frankly, I take the Waylon Jennings/
Geo. C. Scott I Don’t Give A Crap approach
to self-congratulatory, corporate, Bell Aliant,
Emera sponsored awards and prizes. I actually
find it all, in equal measure disgusting,
amusing and embarrassing. I give the AJA’s
the same credence I give Earth Day — none!
But that’s a debate for another Earth Day.
For now, for the true believers, Tera’s coveted
AJ nomination obviously puts the Herald
in an awkward patch.
So much so, that CH managing editor Leger,
has had little time to enjoy his own coveted
AJ nomination for his column — Lahey Scandal;
Huge Blow to Church Credibility.
(Geez, now there’s a bombshell fer ya,
whaaaa?)
When the fired Tera’s coveted AJ nomination
was announced with the others on N.S.
budget Tuesday, it was all too much for Leger,
who I’m told, decided to spend the day locked
up at Province House.
I know. He actually passed me on Hollis
Street about 5:30 p.m.
The next day the Herald included Tera’s picture,
along with Dan’s, celebrating its seven
coveted nominees.
Unfortunately, the names of the other five
Tera Camus, accepting
a previous AJA.
CH coveted nominees escape me at this coveted
moment.
To be sure Tera’s nomination already has
had an impact on Tera’s union grievance which
is to be heard in either July or November.
If Tera wins the sofa set and gets to take to
the stage to make a speech, things should
get real interesting indeed.
She has been invited to sit at the CBC Cape
Breton table at the Harbourfront Hotel, Saturday
evening, May 8.
I dunno. I might show up. Just for the swimsuit
competition, if nothing else.
MEDIA MADNESS
Only if, of course, between then and now I
can get somebody to explain to me what a
salad fork might be.
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ALEX J.’S ODDS & ENDS
OLD LPS AND A MILKSHAKE MACHINE “POSSIBLY WORTH $39” WERE AMONG THE
ITEMS ALEX J. WALLING LOST AFTER HE MISSED SOME PAYMENTS ON A STORAGE LOCKER
IN BURNSIDE, ACCORDING TO THE LOCAL SPORTS GURU.
Last time out, I reported that unidentified items belonging to A.J. were auctioned off by
U-Haul Self Storage under the Warehouseman’s Lien Act on March 20. Under the act,
the owner of a storage facility has the right to sell a customer’s items at public auction if
they fall too far behind on their rent.
“I don’t blame anyone but myself,” says Alex, who has been spending the bulk of his time
in Liverpool, where he is general manager of QCCR, the community radio station he
launched in 2008.
He says he rented the space about a year ago to house items in transition between his
Bedford home and his rented digs on the South Shore. Although Alex estimates he had
10,000 records in storage in the beginning, everything of value has long since been removed,
with only a few hundred easy listening chestnuts remaining at the time of seizure.
The milkshake machine was left over from his previous life as a confectioner. If you
recall, Alex operated Fuzzy Bear Ice Cream in Bedford, and briefly on Barrington Street,
after he sold his interest in the now-defunct Atlantic Broadcasting Institute back in 2001.
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 15

Bob’s
long-time
life
partner
Gay
Conrad;
they were
married
on Easter
Weekend.
Dr. Bob Bagg
16 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
THE LIFE & TIMES
OF DR. ROBERT BAGG
BY CLIFF BOUTILIER
MOUNT SAINT VINCENT BUSINESS PRO-
FESSOR, DR. BOB BAGG, 64, DIED OF
LIVER CANCER ON APRIL 7.
The cancer was discovered in mid-February
after a dramatic weight loss of in the range
of 80-90 pounds in recent months.
On Easter Weekend, Bob Bagg married his
long-time sweetie Gay Conrad. Prior to that,
he went out to St. John’s Anglican Cemetery
bought his plot, and Bob being Bob, joked that
he was a first-time landowner.
Last month family members, close friends
and MSVU faulty members gathered at Halifax’s
Saraaguay Club to honour the well-
Bob (right) with his buddy,
Valley lawyer Bruce Gillis.
Old friend Bob Flute.
known educator who in Macleans magazine
was named by students as one of their most
popular professors.
At the university itself, carpenters were quick
to install what Bob referred to as the “Bob
Bagg Memorial Handrail.”
Two weeks ago Bob emailed his self-composed
obit to Frank magazine with the foreword,
which read in part:
“Following is my Obit (large, rough draft) ...
if one is going to write one’s own, may as well
say it all, rather than have a friend simply write
“Sayonora Bob, Keep the $20.”
This was the indomitable Oscar “Either that
wallpaper goes, or I do” Wilde spirit which both
filled and fuelled Bob Bagg.
It was the spirit Bob fashioned through a
host of varied vocations, life experiences, and
through the people who influenced him most.
Chief among those people was his mother
Margaret, who graduated from Dalhousie
Law School in 1939, and who returned to Dal
in her “retirement” years to pursue a Masters
of Laws. She was a trailblazer in her own right.
New Brunswick born, she met Montreal
born Doug Bagg, another law student at the
time, and they married on Dec. 6, 1941. After
the Second World War, they moved to Montreal,
where Bob was born. Returned to Halifax
in 1963, where Bob and his younger
brother, Deryck, were raised at the family
home on Norwood Street.
Bob’s dad died in 1975, and for the next 30
years his mom ran the family home, where
all were welcome.
Margaret Bagg died in ’07, and as noted in
her obituary, “She was the finest example of
the affection one receives when one treats
others with grace and respect.”
She was 91.
Long-time friend, Halifax businessman Bob
Flute, called Bob Bagg “a chip off his mother’s
block.”
Bob & Bob met at the Greywood Lounge
in October 1973.
“Like his mother, Bob (was) open-minded
and one of the most non-judgmental people,
you will ever meet. That’s part of the reason
he turned out to be such a wonderful educator,
in and outside the classroom.”
Like all close to the devastating news, Bob
Flute is in awe of his friend’s courage these
past few months.
“Bob has provided a template for each of
us,” he explained.
Annapolis County lawyer Bruce Gillis also
met Bob at Dal, in 1967. He recalled the first
time he laid eyes on Bob.
CONTINUED ON PAGE 20

Dr. Bob Bagg (far right) and some fellow members of the Benevolent Funipendulous Society of Nova Scotia Logotechnicians.
SERIAL GOOD GUY SHOCKER!
BY CLIFF BOUTILIER
THERE ARE PEOPLE, WHO, IF THEY DO NOT
DIRECTLY SHAPE YOUR LIFE, LEND TO IT
SOMETHING QUITE GRAND. THESE PEOPLE
MAY NOT BE SEEN THAT OFTEN BUT NEITHER
IS THE FASHION OF GENUINE AFFECTION THEY
ENGENDER.
If you are uncommonly fortunate, this person
will also come with a comfortable couch
and a finely tuned sense of direction, or at the
very least some notion of East-West; North-
South. Particularly South End Halifax.
I knew Bob Bagg for more than 20 years.
Casual friends. No Christmas cards ever exchanged,
summery vacations, car-pooling together,
or anything of the sort, thank you.
I never took a class from Bob Bagg, never
swapped research papers with Bob Bagg, and
the only lab work we ever did together was in
that most human of laboratories, a pub or a
tavern, as they’re sometimes referred to by
others not yet so enlightened.
I lay no claim to having been part of Bob’s
inner circle, but a fondness for conversation
and refreshment brought us together over the
course of time.
Bob and I, we were enlisted men and damn
proud of it.
Circa 1988-93, Frankland World Headquarters
was situated in “a sewing room” in
the front courtyard of Halifax’s Brewery Market
stuffed between Hollis & Lower Water
streets.
The matching white cathedral windows of
the sewing room were a lovely touch, but what
sat directly across that concrete courtyard I
found to be an object of some curiosity, a place
sometimes for quiet refuge, and on more than
one occasion a short walk in defiance.
It was Alexander’s Pub, owned and operated
by well-known Halifax barkeep Neil
Gillis, ex Jury Room, ex The Network
Lounge, etc., etc.
Alexander’s never had much in the way of
natural light, but come 4:30 p.m., particularly
on a Thursday or a Friday, a litany of characters
would gather to help light up the joint.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
Also seeking end of the day asylum were a
number of high-ranking civil servants.
Among them at least one John Buchanan
deputy minister who actually started about
noon. (Hey, that’s cheating! - ed.) Must have
been part of Premier Buchanan’s Leave No
Deputy Minister Behind Program. Best, I
can figure.
Anyway, this devout soul was routinely
joined by equally high ranking car salesmen,
architects, draftsmen, engineers, Halifax firemen,
Finnish actors, jewellers, psych nurses,
war vets, and now and then, a real man of
letters. Not I. A Happy Hour price-driven lot
we were.
For those few hours after your work was
done, while you waited, possibly, for a significant
other to pick you up, before the up-thewall
music started, Alexanders was an ideal
spot to pick up a jar and a story, or two, if that
was your bag. Depending, of course, on just
how many empty pages you had left directly
across the courtyard.
It was there, I first met prodigious reader
Bob Bagg. Seemed everybody knew Professor
Bob ‘cept me. You see Bob had a large
presence, and was an extremely communicative
fellow. Talked a bit.
You heard him when he walked into the joint,
and when he was leaving the joint you heard
him again. We just weren’t communicating.
No matter.
CONTINUED ON NEXT PAGE
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 17

GOOD GUY FROM PREVIOUS PAGE
That was all to change late one night when
the wonderful Antigonish conversationalist I
thought I had been seeing for about six months
slipped away on one of her all-too-common
but well-meaning walkabouts.
Of course, I never would have noticed the
absence, if not those endearing words, “Can
you get me another Blue?” suddenly stopped
ringing in my ears.
So, off I skipped, happily, merrily, richer, to
the lone table tucked neatly away at the bottom
of the winding Alexander’s staircase, and
there, in glow of light, sat the extremely communicative
Professor Bob with, fresh Blue in
hand, the equally communicative Ms.
Antigonish. Since herself had already interrupted
Bob’s reading, I took to introducing
myself, or re-introducing myself, whatever the
case.
Forgive the cliche but she, too, was a beautiful
mind just like Professor Bob, and hopefully
remains so today.
Fact is, though, with the exception of a
draught glass, I didn’t bring much to table. Er,
um, nothing in fact.
Bob would have been in his mid-40s at the
time, and if I recall correctly was doing some
part-time professoring at Saint Mary’s University.
It was around this same time that the popular
sport of tossing live cats from the open
windows of Highrise 1, or Highrise 2, was
also invented at St. Mary’s, home of the Huskies,
of course.
But just try stuffin’ one of those babies thru
a small slider window, why don’t ya?
Whatever. Even a smart guy like Bob Bagg
couldn’t fix stupid. Jesus H. Christ, man, ya
had to give Bob sumthun’ to work with.
I had heard the stories of Bob fraternizing
with his students, taking entire classes out for
drinks.
Taking the adversarial out of education, replacing
it with a full uninhibited exchange of
thoughts and ideas in the most human of all
laboratories.
Professor Bob Bagg, in those seemingly faroff
days before the Scourge of Political Correctness
befelled us all, was actually making
education fun.
Today, many a former student is grateful and
indebted to Bob Bagg for giving them the freedom
to exercise their own intellect.
To steal the words of Dame Maggie Smith
in the 1969 film The Prime of Ms. Jean
Brodie, Bob Bagg was “putting old heads on
young shoulders.” Not just saying it, doing it.
Doing it right, on whatever side of town.
After Alexander’s folded, most of that crowd
regrouped at what used to be The Graduate
at the corner of Blowers & Argyle.
When, in the mid-’90s, barkeep Neil Gillis
re-emerged at Boomers, or what one biweekly
family magazine infamously coined
18 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
Boomer’s Lounge & Sex Pit, Bob found safe
haven there, as did some senior staff members
from said magazine, including Frankland
Publisher Billy Bob McWilliams.
Bob’s Friday’s after-work gatherings at
Boomers were commonplace, and characteristically
Bob, with one significant alteration —
he was now joined by the love of his life for
the past 17 years, the talented and fragrant
Gay Conrad.
On The Bridge
If ever two people were made for each other,
fortunate enough to find each other, it was
these two. They fed off each other. It was real.
Wonderfully real. Natural.
Oh, and there was more natural light, too,
for prodigious reader Bob. Truth be told, Bob
didn’t read so much as he devoured information
and detail.
I will long picture Bob “on the Bridge,” as
we said of the Boomers of the day, on those
late Saturday mornings, or early afternoons,
when Gay was either studying at home or off
getting her hair done or had ordered Bob to
just plain get out of her hair.
Yeah, I will picture Bob in his brown cords
or blue jeans, in his grey or yellow turtle neck,
hunched over feeding his mind. Devouring the
New Yorker, or the Economist, or that former
Bob gets busy in a Paradise kitchen.
tree called Saturday’s Globe & Mail. But
never too absorbed to take a question or to
pass on one of extemporaneous witticisms.
Moreover, when you talked with Bob, you
knew straight off he was a genuine exception
in the often cut-throat world of academe in so
much that he never pranced about all puffychested-like!
Nor, did I ever hear him publicly
utter a bad word about another human being.
Think about that one, folks.
It was cheerful to see Bob and Gay together
with any small sampling of their irresistibly
eclectic friends. On more than one occasion
tables had to be hurriedly pushed together and
Bob became the convivial host. It wasn’t a
difficult transition.
Whatever the setting Bob Bagg was pleasant,
polite, generous and as funny as all getout.
Not that it didn’t get scary at times.
Time and careless living have a way of dimming
the mind.
But I do recall with great fondness one night,
pre-Gay, I took full advantage of Bob’s BA in
history.
Not having my own, I had little option but to
borrow Bob’s. Ah-hem, it was from Dalhousie
University after all.
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BARKEEP MEL ON THE MEND
BY A. FRANK GRUNT
FRANKLAND BEST WISHES FOR A SPEEDY RECOVERY MUST GO OUT
TO HALIFAX’S MEL CHISHOLM.
Mel, 55, originally from Antigonish, is recovering from a heart attack.
A speedy and full recovery on Mel’s part is of the utmost importance
to a certain bi-weekly family magazine, because Mel is a fixture
at the Annual Frankland Xmas Party.
He’s one of the barkeeps at Barrington Street’s Henry House
where, in recent years the social event of the Xmas season has been
staged.
Over the years he’s also tended bar and/managed at two former
Spring Garden Road institutions: Thackery’s and Pepi’s.
Up until recently he also kept his second job at the now-also-closed
Carsand Mosher photographic shop on the virtually deserted
Barrington Street.
In fact, Mel was coming from one of his last shifts at the CM location
on Barrington Street, on his 55th birthday in February when he
was stricken.
We should also duly note that for many years Frankland World
Enterprises had its photographic needs met at Carsand Mosher, and
it was Mel Chisholm who also covered our ass on that front.
So, Mel Chisholm, a friend to all Franklanders, was noteworthy to
the evolution of the enterprise in those early days.
As for the heart attack, Mel told me he felt like there was an elephant
standing on his chest.
We had started out, I think, talking about
newspapers and a Mr. Conrad Black, before
moving on to Genghis Khan (a completely
different fellow, I think) and the Jin Dynasty,
and, then, we moved almost effortlessly to The
Crusades, before some proper reflection and,
or speculation on whether or not the said Mr.
Black had at any time been in possession of
a Miracle Whip jar in which contained the
cherished and pickled remains of the Napoleonic
penis. Who woulda thunk it?
Of course, we couldn’t get through this farreaching
discussion without added refreshment
and added discourse on Monty Python’s
Life of Brian and The Holy Grail.
Flesh wounds and blasphemy.
That’s about all I remember. Until the next
morning when living in this overpriced hole in
the ground on Kent Street, Halifax (thank
you, Mr. Singh, sorry about that last rent
cheque thingy), I woke up to the sound of
Bob’s voice waxing on about the Sociology
of Organizational Behaviour Management
or something v. weird like that. What the hell
was he doing talkin’ to himself? And where
the hell was he?
I could hear Bob, but I couldn’t find him.
Couldn’t see him. I checked the bathroom. No
Bob. Looked out the dungeon window onto
the Kent Street sidewalk. Still no Bob.
I then surveyed the alleged living room,
where I found Bob on top of a milk crate.
I had fallen asleep with the television roaring
and Professor Bob was on a roll, on the
television, doing one of his always entertaining
continuing education taped encore performances
for, I believe, Mount Saint Vincent
University. I greeted this circumstance with
a sense of relief.
No. If we had been cartoon characters, Bob
Bagg had all the flare and optimism of Foghorn
Leghorn and I was Sad Sack.
One night, vowing not to return to sleep on
the steps of St. Thomas Aquinas Church on
Oxford Street, I had nowhere to bunk down.
I didn’t even have to ask. Bob and Gay quite
generously said “You’re coming with us.”
A night on the couch
I spent the night on their couch near the
Armdale Rotary. Not exactly like taking the
baby Jesus home from the IWK, but still a
welcome, not to be forgotten gesture on the
part of two very fine individuals. Unfortunately,
neither Bob nor Gay wanted to keep me. Heck,
I thought I would have made an excellent addition
to their annual tax return, Line 305, Eligible
Dependent. For a couple of years or
so, anyway.
And a few years back, right on Frankland
Deadline, I had to get a photograph of this
lawyer’s house who was in the soup. Lawyer
Marvin Block was this one’s name.
He lived, I was told, on Armview Crescent,
or Armdale Drive, or Armpit Terrace. Whatever
the hell it was — I couldn’t find it.
Every corner store I walked into, nobody
knew what, where or who, I was talking about.
Fortunately, he was near his Hollis Street home when the thing
came down, and his honey, the talented & fragrant Susan Shepard
of Communications Nova Scotia fame was quick to get him up to
the Queasy, Too hospital.
The pair had planned to go out to dinner that night, but instead Mel
spent the better part of week in hospital after having a stent implanted.
Everything looks good.
Now, for the bad news. It’s undecided at this point if Mel will return
to the rigors of the Henry House, or, like, take up water colours or
something like that.
“I really don’t know. For now I’m playing it my ear,” Mel said over
the phone.
Of course that still leaves the Henry House with the lovely Jessica
Alsop, surfer gal extraordinaire and the daughter of the owners who,
like Mel, is no slouch in the hospitality industry.
And, we will close on this little known fact: the consistently health
conscious Mel in his prime was a talented track athlete.
In fact, in the Canada Summer Games in 1973, in Burnaby, B.C.,
he was a silver medalist in stent ... er, um, I mean the sprint competition.
Betcha didn’t know that, now, did ya?
Myself, I am not exactly sure what sprinting is. It either has something
to do with your cellphone network, or something to do with
moving your legs quite fast.
I think it’s the cellphone thing, actually....
Final answer.
I ran (it was years ago!) down to Bob & Gay’s
place at the Rotary, you know, the place with
the big comfy couch.
I cannot recall with commanding certainty if
I buzzed my way in, or just did the Jack Ruby
Thingy and walked down into the underground
parking.
In any event, there was Bob hovering over
his red compact. It was springtime he was
cleaning his car.
“Get in,” he said. “I know where it’s at, I’ll
take you there. Keep your money.”
He dropped everything and we were off. Bob
should have gotten a photo credit on that one.
Now, it’s springtime again: Easter, renewal,
resurrection, all that good stuff. Unfortunately,
though, mortality ain’t no seasonal business.
It’s often said in times of disappointment,
crisis, confusion, heartbreak, tragedy and the
like, that “things happen for a reason.”
I guess that’s what we say when our grasp
of things isn’t quite within our grasp. But, as a
jury of one, I see no reasonableness in the
very cruel hand my friend was dealt.
For now, I’ll leave that blah-blah-blah to the
Elisabeth Kubler-Rosses and Billy
Grahams of the world.
I understand only that Bob Bagg stands out
in my mind as a man who lived up to the potential
within, and, with no small measure of
irony, I am beginning to realize that I did take
a course from Bob Bagg, after all.
That’s not a bad thing, I guess.
Thank you, Robert. Godspeed.
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 19

A very early gathering of the Benevolent Funipendulous Society
of Nova Scotia Logotechnicians. Bob is second from left.
LIFE & TIMES, FROM PAGE 16
Working as a reporter at the Dal Gazette, alongside Stephen “Fire
The Slithery Toad” Kimber and for editor-in-chief Kim Cameron,
Bruce encountered Bob at a public meeting re: Gazette editorial policy.
Cameron had gone on record declaring the DG printed all Letters to
the Editor.
Fellow student Bob Bagg, who was studying and working in the Dal
PR office at the time, stood up and said: “Really, and where are the
three letters I’ve written to the Gazette?”
Cameron replied something to the effect: “Er, um, I guess they got
lost.”
To which Bob Bagg responded: “I hear you have a full drawer marked
Lost Letters to the Editor.”
“I thought to myself,” Bruce recalled, “What the hell am I doing ... I
should be working in the publicity office beside this Bob Bagg guy.”
So began another of Bob Bagg’s virtual lifelong friendships.
I met with Bruce and his wife Debbie when they were in Halifax
recently just hours before Bob died.
Bob was the godfather to their son Robbie, and both parents tell me
Bob never forgot special occasions. But if young Robbie was hoping
for the latest Masters of the Universe action figure, forget it, Robbie
was getting a book instead.
Those heady days at Dal led to the formation of the Benevolent
Funipendulous Society of Nova Scotia Logotechnicians, which
would ensure that those friendships would endure.
As its webpage states: “This society was created in 1979 as a means
to bring together the members, along with a selection of guests, for an
evening of bonhomie, good food, and fine wines.”
Bob Bagg again served as a catalyst of sorts. Bruce expounded:
After having survived a stupendous time at Bob’s stag party for his
first marriage to Margaret MacDonald of Halifax, the boys decided
20 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
A more recent gathering of the Benevolent Funipendulous Society
of Nova Scotia Logotechnicians. Bob is second from left.
Bob schmoozes during a “Funis” garden party.
they should get together more often. So one night at the Dal Grad
house, where Bob was once the manager, the BFSNSL was formed.
CONTINUED ON NEXT PAGE

At the “Funis” Silver Jubilee gathering, the men are in tuxedoed splendour a la the pre-desegregation days. Yes,
and at any time any four of the lads could break into Monty Python’s “you were lucky” Four Yorkshiremen sketch!
LIFE AND TIMES, FROM PREVIOUS PAGE would like to sit out all night in the country air,
Known informally as “The Funis,” the society
included Bob, Bob, and Bruce, as well
as: Sean Wood, author of Wineries & Wine
Country of Nova Scotia; Dr. Donald
Mitchell, prof emeritus of psychology, Dal;
Peter Perina, prof, Dal, Department of Theatre;
Greig MacLeod, lawyer; David Lemon,
chemist, ret’d Fisheries & Oceans; and
David Smith, ret’d engineer, N.S. Procurement
Services.
Eventually the boys let their significant others
into the club. They would be known informally
as “The Funnettes.”
“Yeah, the women were getting a little
cranky,” Bruce said over lunch at the Lord
Nelson’s Victory Arms.
“Yes, pretty cranky,” wife Debbie confirmed.
It’s a single moment of levity in what otherwise
is a pretty solemn lunch.
The society’s full weekend annual meetings
were held at Bruce & Debbie’s spread in Paradise,
Annapolis Co.
Bruce told me how city-dweller Bob Bagg
on a clear night, and gaze at the stars until
the sun came up, sipping cold ones from a
cooler in the trunk of his car. So much so,
that at one point he had to be cautioned he
might want to move his lawn chair from the
highway, closer to the safety of the Gillis driveway.
“He (was) just a naturally curious and funny
person,” Bruce added.
“We’re all unique, but I think some people
are more unique than others,” Bob Flute concluded.
And Bob Bagg didn’t want any long faces.
He made it clear from the very beginning that
had he been given the same diagnosis this
time last year he would have been disappointed,
but not this year.
He had 17 glorious years with Gay. His
daughter Margaret Leslie had herself found
love, and she and her fiancee were getting
married in June. Bob had job security and
wonderful colleagues and students at the
Mount where he had been full-time since
2002. Just last fall he completed his Ph.D, to
go along with his BA, his MBA and his MPA.
Things, in all honestly, never looked better
for this former hard rock miner; publishing rep;
bookstore manager; bar services manager; licensed
securities agent, and the one-time
senior administrative officer for the Canadian
Learning Material Centre, with the mandate
of increasing Canadian content in education.
Bob Bagg never would have achieved any
of his goals if not for his love of higher learning,
love of people, and his belief in himself.
The Mount has set up the Robert (Bob)
Bagg Endowed Award, “In honour of Bob,
his love of life and his passion for teaching.”
The award will provide financial assistance
to a business student pursuing excellence in
management.
You can pledge through the MSV University
Advancement Office (902) 457-6470.
I’m sure Bob would be honoured. But no
prude, and a magnificent comic, I can already
hear those subtle jokes about an Endowed
Bagg...
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 21

BRIDGEWATER COPS FACE SHOCKING SUIT
BY SUE INGHAM
A BRIDGEWATER MAN SAYS POLICE
TASERED HIM UP TO FIVE TIMES AS HE LAY
DEFENCELESS ON THE GROUND OUTSIDE
OF TOMORROW’S LOUNGE, BEGGING FOR
MERCY, EARLY ON A SATURDAY MORNING
LAST WINTER.
In a recently-filed N.S. Supreme Court lawsuit,
Richard Boliver, a 44-year-old Kingston
man, claims that the multiple shocks he suffered
on March 14, 2009 caused a relapse of
post traumatic stress disorder that had begun
with a previous electrocution. Richard tells me
that the first injury occurred in 2000, and eventually
caused his discharge from the Canadian
Forces in 2003. He hasn’t worked since.
The Statement of Claim, penned by
Bacchus & Associates bulldog Wayne
Bacchus, alleges that police had “no legal
authority” to arrest Richard, and purports that
the officers’ decision to use the taser was precipitated
by the “emotional disdain” (sic) they
felt connected to derogatory comments he
made about the police force and the sexual
orientation of one of the arresting officers.
The suit alleges that Richard stepped outside
the Bridgewater Mall watering hole to
have words with police regarding the treatment
of his brother Royce, who had just been
escorted out of the establishment, when the
cops turned on him. According to the court
papers, Richard was advised by one of the
four officers on the scene that his brother, also
a former military man, had to leave the bar
because he was intoxicated. After noting that
the officers were decked out in “riot gear,” the
situation degenerated quickly.
“(Richard) ... made a comment, albeit derogatory,
related to their tactics in this situation
and stated, ‘Did you guys go to the school
of intimidation of Jerome Richards?’”
Richard explains that Jerome is another local
police officer with whom he’d had dealings
in the past. Up until this point, Richard’s
only previous convictions were for causing a
disturbance in 1991, and impaired driving in
1992.
According to the suit, Const. Jennifer
Russell then stepped forward “with her chest
inflated,” causing Richard to take a step backward
and say, “Don’t come at me with your
chest all out and inflated, you lesbian.”
At that point, Richard allegedly heard the
lady cop say, “That’s it,” and he was immediately
taken down by a second officer, Const.
Morgan Gibson. According to the suit,
Morgan — a police officer for about 18
months at the time of the incident — stated
in his report that he grabbed Richard, who was
being arrested for public intoxication, by the
wrist.
22 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
Jennifer Russell
SOUTH
SHORE
SQUALLS
“The Plaintiff resisted and the Plaintiff was
taken to the ground.”
According to provincial court records, Richard
is scheduled to stand trial on a charge of
resisting arrest and another of damaging public
property on May 17 in Bridgewater. Both
charges stem from alleged incidents on the
night in question.
Now face down and after allegedly having
his head struck against concrete, the officers
attempted to turn him on his back to expose
his chest area “so Const. Russell could taser
the Plaintiff.
“At this point upon seeing the taser (Richard)
screamed ‘Please don’t taser me! I have
been electrocuted in the past! Please don’t
taser me!’”
According to the suit, Russell, a 2003 graduate
of the Atlantic Police Academy, activated
the taser for the first time without a verbal
warning.
The suit says only one dart entered Richard;
the other is believed to have struck his
clothes.
As the prone man continued to beg for
mercy, the suit alleges, the male officer then
“pounded on (Richard)’s left side and bent his
arm and neck backwards so to turn (his) chest
to Const. Russell.” When his chest was exposed,
says the suit, the female officer hit
Richard with the taser again, “This time with
full success causing the Plaintiff to convulse.”
At this point, Richard’s brother Royce and
Morgan Gibson
nephew Ryan Whynot — an army reservist
whose triumphant return from Kandahar had
been the reason for celebration that night —
began telling the officers about Richard’s history
with electricity and PTSD, apparently to
no avail, the suit alleges.
“The Plaintiff was then placed back face
down on the concrete and while lying on the
concrete asked that they not taser him again,
but Const. Russell sent another charge, or
possible (sic) two or three more charges,
through the taser wires into the darts into
(Richard)’s body, eventually causing (him) to
throw up.”
The next thing Richard remembers, according
to the suit, was waking up in the back of a
police cruiser. He was taken to the station,
then to hospital to be checked out, then back
to the station, where he spent the night in cells
before being released at 10 a.m. the next
morning.
All allegations are unproven in court.
Along with questioning the motivation of his
arrest, the suit claims that criminal charges
were only brought against him by a desire to
“justify their use of excessive force on the
Plaintiff.”
The suit, filed at the Bridgewater Justice
Centre on March 15, names Const. Gibson
and Const. Russell, the Bridgewater Police
Service and the Town of Bridgewater.
Gibson didn’t return my message, and
Russell politely spurned my advances.
Bridgewater Police Chief Brent Crowhurst
and town CAO Ken Smith likewise refused
comment, both deeming it inappropriate to
discuss matters that are before the court.
Richard is looking for an undisclosed sum
of money to compensate for his “injuries, damages
and losses,” along with interest and
costs.
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SWIPE ACCUSED FACES MORE CHARGES
BY JAY LORR
UNLESS THERE ARE TWO TAMARACK DRIVE,
HALIFAX WOMEN NAMED PAULA ROBINSON,
BOTH OF WHOM WERE BORN ON SEPTEMBER
7, 1966, I’D VENTURE TO SAY THAT THERE IS
ONE PAULA ROBINSON IN HRM WHO IS IN V.
SERIOUS TROUBLE WITH THE LAW.
Already facing 40 Criminal Code charges
in connection with a fraud allegedly perpetrated
on a business named Swipe Inc. (Yes,
Swipe Inc.!) between October 2008 and July
2009 (Legal Briefs, Frank 577), the 43-yearold
now appears to be the subject of a sixfigure
fraud investigation involving World
Color Press Inc., a high-end printing operation
in Burnside.
Late last month, Supreme Court gavelbanger
Art LeBlanc OK’d an injunction filed
on World Color’s behalf restraining the Canadian
Imperial Bank of Commerce from releasing
funds tied to what court-filed documents
label a “Ghost Supplier Check (sic)
Scheme.”
The emergency court motion and supporting
documentation alleges it was Paula, whom
World Color has identified as an accounts
clerk who began working there December 19,
as the mastermind behind a scheme that put
more than $240,000 in company funds at risk.
According to World Color, the company received
word from CIBC on March 23, warning
that a series of large cheques were being
issued to individuals rather than companies.
One of the payees in question had the same
Halifax address as Paula, who legal documents
state arrived at World Color via
Workforce Atlantic, an employment agency.
Court documents say the CIBC’s heads-up
prompted an internal investigation revealing
that four unauthorized vendor accounts had
been set up and that none of them had ever
provided goods or services to the company.
Between February 24 and March 10 of this
year, nine payments totalling $240,785.17
were issued based on 15 fraudulent invoices,
court papers charge.
And World Color’s court-filed application allege
it was Paula who set up the accounts.
CIBC indicated to the company that two of
the cheques were being held in accounts at
their Quinpool Road and Wyse Road
branches, but could only be held, without the
benefit of a court order until March 29 at 6
p.m.
Without an injunction preserving the
cheque’s funds, along with monies held in
accounts bearing either Paula’s name or those
of the “unauthorized vendors”, the company
argued that the money would be “as good as
gone.”
And thanks to the alleged “substantial
fraud,” World Color claimed the company had
been placed in v. serious jeopardy.
The fraud squad has since been called.
A report describes Paula as five-foot-six,
“not slim but not fat” with shoulder-length
blondish hair.
Provincial Court data connected with the
Swipe Inc. case identify her as Paula Jayne
Robinson a.k.a. Paula Jane Chalifoux.
ON APRIL 6 DEAN BENEDICT, THE
$74,445-PER PROVINCIAL CROWN LANDS
REGISTRAR, PLEADED NOT GUILTY IN HALIFAX
PROVINCIAL COURT TO A SINGLE COUNT OF
DOMESTIC ASSAULT.
Dean appeared on his own behalf before
judge Marc Chisholm, who adjourned the matter
to October 18 for trial.
Curtis Palmer of Waterbury Newton will act
as Dean’s counsel, according to court records.
Dean (d.o.b 03-25-1955) is charged with having
“unlawfully assaulted Marilyn Jean
Benedict” on December 19.
Jeanne, Dean’s wife of I believe 14 years, is
also a Natural Resources employee. Like
Dean, she works out of Halifax DNR offices,
where she is a planning technician. At presstime
I was unaware if they worked out of the same
office.
Dean was ordered not to have contact with
Jeanne (except through legal counsel), and not
to be within a 25-meter radius of an address on
Highway 1 in Mount Denson, Hants County,
the former matrimonial home.
I understand the pair, who I believe have a
NOT GUILTY PLEA
OUSTED CLEARWATER TOILER BRANDON
LOVITTE BLADES, 33, HAS PLEADED NOT
GUILTY TO CHARGES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND
CRIMINAL HARASSMENT.
Brandon’s N.S. Legal Aid lawyer Matt
Darrah entered the plea at Halifax Provincial
Court on his client’s behalf on April 1.
Federal bankruptcy records indicate that
Paula filed for bankruptcy in 2005, claiming
she was unable to pay debts due to insufficient
income and blamed the break-up of a
relationship and illness for her financial woes.
Those same documents indicate she once
worked for the Halifax Regional Municipality
as an $18-an-hour database technician.
I was unable to make contact with Paula for
this story prior to deadline.
LAND AGENCY HONCHO GOES TO COURT
son and a daughter, are in the process of divorcing.
According to Halifax police spokeswoman
Theresa Rath, on December 19 “a woman was
assaulted by a man known to her” at the
Marriott Harbourfront parkade at 1919 Upper
Water St.
Theresa says the woman returned to her home
outside Halifax, and reported the incident to the
local constabulary, which forwarded the information
to Halifax police.
Court papers indicate Dean is residing at
13919 Highway 1 by Hantsport, Kings
County, a home owned by his sister Elaine
Pemberton.
I see where Dean and Elaine’s dad Alfred
Benedict, a resident of Windsor’s Haliburton
Place, died at 87 on March 27, less than 10
days before Dean’s court appearance.
Dean was on a training day when I called his
office. His secretary promised to pass along my
detailed message. At presstime I had not heard
back from him.
Natural Resources spokesthingy Jac-queline
Parker told me the department “is not going to
comment on this issue.”
PAULA GALLANT
Murdered: December 27, 2005
As of April April 10 10, 10 2010...
1
The trial is scheduled for April 27 at 1:30 p.m.
A native of The Hawk, Shelburne County,
Brandon is alleged to have touched and/or
grabbed a female complainant, who cannot be
named, in a sexual manner at her 5770 Spring
Garden Road apartment building last December
2 (Frank 581, 582).
Brandon lost his job as a $25,000-a-year secretary
at Clearwater’s Bedford Highway head
office on March 19, just three days after I first
publicized his legal woes.
5 6 5
DAYS
WITHOUT AN ARREST
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 23

BRIT TAKES SHOT AT BIG TIME
BY CAT WALK
BEAUTY QUEEN BRITTNEY BLAKE, OUR
REIGNING MISS HALIFAX GALAXY, WILL
HAVE TO WAIT A SHORT WHILE LONGER TO
FIND OUT WHETHER OR NOT SHE’S ONE
STEP CLOSER TO SHARING THE LIMELIGHT
WITH INFAMOUS CELL PHONE-WIELDING
SUPERMODEL NAOMI CAMPBELL.
The Yarmouth County native and erstwhile
Seafest Queen, is in hopes she’ll make it
through to the next round of Naomi
Campbell’s Global Model Search, a
talenthouse.com contest in which the ultimate
victor gets the chance to do an exclusive
photo shoot with the globally recognized
diva for Glamour Magazine.
The Maritime Business College grad, who
currently toils as a medical office assistant
at the N.S. Rehabilitation Centre, a.k.a. The
Rehab, has already made the first cut, which
pared the list of contestants to 200 from
nearly 1,000 by way of texted votes.
She’ll know April 20 if she’ll be one of the
100 pretty faces chosen to move forward to
the semi-finals, which will then ultimately be
cut down to 20. From there, the it’s all up to
Naomi to decide the winner.
“Even if I don’t succeed in this challenge,
it’s still pretty honourable,” says Britt, the 21year-old
daughter of paramedic Paul Blake
and his wife Christine, who works at a Yarmouth
RCMP detachment. They live in Port
Naomi Campbell
24 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
Brittney
Blake
Maitland.
This past weekend, Britt and fellow stunner
Laura Chedrawe — a cousin to developer
Danny “Westwood Developments”
Chedrawe — will be doing a Timothy Richard
photo shoot, along with New Glasgow-heeled
Perry Paris to promote his
Paris a la Mode fashion blog, parisalamode.blogspot.com.
Perry
Paris
Laura
Chedrawe
(Photos
contributed)

WHAT’S A SWEET VIEW LIKE YOU
DOING IN A DUMP LIKE THIS?
BY I. SOAR
I NEARLY SWITCHED OFF MY RADIO IN
DISGUST, WHEN I HEARD AFRICVILLE HEAD
HONCHO IRVINE CARVERY ON THE APRIL 7TH
INFORMATION BORING COMPLAIN ABOUT THE
MINEFIELD OF DOG CRAP IN SEAVIEW PARK.
(For you ignoramuses out there, Seaview
is the off-leash dog park under MacKay
Bridge, the former Africville site slated to be
transformed into Africville Reborn, after a
recent circa $5 million settlement.)
While I can sympathize with Irvine for valiantly
taking his people’s “pick up yer dog
poop” crusade public — after all, is there a
bigger injustice than stepping in a steaming
pile of Fido’s fragrant feces, short of, you
know, having your home razed and relocated?
— I can’t help but think that Irvine should be
devoting some of his considerable PR skills
to publicizing a much larger clean-up job.
Some Halifax rezzies are grumbling that the
beautification of the paradisiacal though pooinfested
Seaview Park is being marred by the
city’s constant dumping off Bayne Street.
“A bloody eyesore,” one aesthetically-sensitive
source calls it. “A giant dumping ground”
overlooking the otherwise scenic Bedford Basin.
“The piles are so high, they’re extending the
piles eastward, over towards where Carvery
has his protest caravan,” reports one rezzie.
Hopefully, said camper will stay out of harm’s
way from the encroaching landslide, er, landfill.
SPEAKING OF VIEWS...
READ ALL ABOUT IT
According to HRM spokesthingy Shaune
MacKinlay, this eyesore is where the city
dumps its used construction material. Our big
heap of rubble borders Halifax Port Authority-owned
property, but lies on HRM-owned
land, between the park and the Ceres container
terminal.
The talented and fragrant Shauna even has
bureaucratic-sounding lingo for all this trash.
“Inert fill,” she calls it, describing the mound
of crap as old chunks of asphalt, granite, brick,
and cement.
While one might think the city is stockpiling
this debris to camouflage a secret subterra-
The new Seaview dump.
GOTHAM
CITY
nean fallout shelter for Mayor Peter Kelly and
mayoral speechwriter Peter Duffy to wait out
the coming Apocalypse (no phantom rapist will
ever penetrate them there), I understand the
mounds are formed to contribute to the betterment
of Halifax’s roadways. Awww, isn’t that
special?
Shaune tells me the city re-uses a lot of the
discarded material for re-filling potholes and
that sort of thing. Heck, maybe they will even
use some of it on the soon-to-be-constructed
Africville church.
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STOP THE #@%^*& PRESSES! BRIDGEWATER BULLETIN
PUBLISHER LYNN HENNIGAR IS SELLING HER LIGHTHOUSE
PUBLISHING SATELLITE OFFICE IN LUNENBURG FOR A COOL
$450,000.
While the 30-year-old building is tiny as a mousehole (I’m told only a
couple of Lynn’s footsoldiers work from there), the property includes a
large lot overlooking scenic Lunenburg Harbour.
Tradewinds agent John Powers suggests the building could easily
accommodate a loft apartment, but I’m sure others are more attracted
The Tiny Perfect Progress Entreprise office.
by the prospect of owing 80 feet of unused Montague Street frontage, with Tradewinds offering 36 separate listings in the historic town proper,
an absolute rarity in the UNESCO World Heritage site.
worth over $10 million in total; and Claussen Walters is listing 12
I guess the big question is, will Lynn offer potential buyers M&M Meat properties, totalling nearly $3 million.
coupons, like in the latest Bridgewater Bulletin/Progress Entreprise In fact, in my Easter weekend visit to Lunenburg, I saw more for sale
subscription campaign?
signs than residents.
For sale signs are a dime a dozen in lovely Lunenburg these days,
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APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 25

ALERT NATIONAL GEO!
A WHITE ELEPHANT IS BEING
BORN ON THE EAST COAST!
BY BOO N. DOGGEL
THE DARRELL DEXTER CABINET IS CONTINUING THE GREAT
GUYSBOROUGH COUNTY LAND GIVEAWAY STARTED UNDER RODNEY
MACDONALD AND, ONCE AGAIN, THE BENEFICIARY OF ALL THE GOVERN-
MENT LARGESSE IS THE MELFORD CONTAINER TERMINAL PIPEDREAM.
Natural Resources spokesthingy Dave Salter tells me Melford International
Terminal Inc. has a brand spanking new option to buy
505 hectares of prime industrial land, in addition to its May 2007 option
on 127 hectares, and 177 hectares in May 2009.
In all, the company has quietly amassed 809 hectares of Crown Land,
or 2,000 acres, overlooking the Strait of Canso. As I’ve often noted,
the land-grab has occurred since the firm first announced plans in May
2007 for a $300 million-plus container terminal, to rival the increasingly
idle Port of Halifax, which under ceo Karen Oldfield has lost
nearly 30% of its business in the past three years.
To put it in context, the Ceres container terminal spans 70 acres,
and Halterm, 72 acres. That means the province is selling an area 13
times the size of Ceres and Halterm combined to the Melford principals,
who include Bob Stevens, Hugh Lynch and the non-prime ministerial
Paul Martin. Chief spindoctor; my very dear friend, Richie Mann.
For all its unbelievable benevolence, the government has not yet
received a penny from the firm, but Dave tells me the provincial coffers
are expected to rise $8,793,250 once the land is conveyed.
Unless my abacus deceives me, the steal, er, deal works out to less
than $4,500 an acre. That, my friends, is the very definition of a giveaway.
Asked why taxpayers continue to offer, at a bargain basement price,
huge swaths of valuable industrial land, Dave replies: “This is the third
and final conveyance which provides the remaining space necessary
for a logistics park ... and a (container) terminal facility.”
“Once the conveyance has been completed,” Dave notes, the province
will still own approximately 12,000 acres beside the Melford terminal.
We’ll be like the neighbour Big Richie visits every time he runs
out of sugar and needs a refill.
Dave trumpets: “This land transaction supports efforts to make Nova
Scotia even more globally competitive by strengthening its presence
as a North American gateway, and supports the company’s efforts ...
WINNIPEG-BASED TAIGA AIR SERVICES NOW HAS A N.S. SUPREME
COURT ORDER FOR A $20,000 DEFAULT JUDGEMENT ISSUED BY MANI-
TOBA’S HIGHEST TRIAL COURT IN DECEMBER 2009 AGAINST THE
MACDONNELL GROUP OF HALIFAX.
In a March 11 chambers hearing, SC Justice Suzanne Hood granted
the order to register the judgement against the Ralston MacDonnellowned
firm and its senior employee, civil engineer Vidyadhar Limaya.
Taiga said MacDonnell Group failed to pay the full $32,046 fee for its
August 2008 aerial survey of the Port of Churchill, although Ralston’s
biz did hand over $16,000 the following March, according to N.S. court
documents.
Taiga subsequently sued in the Court of Queen’s Bench of Manitoba
for the unpaid debt and copyright infringement, alleging the
MacDonnell Group had used its copyrighted survey images without
prior consent, although Taiga later dropped this part of the lawsuit.
MacDonnell Group offered no defence in the matter.
The total award, with costs, against MacDonnell Group is a shade
26 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
Upgrades to the rail
lines linking the proposed
Melford Terminal
to the R.O.C. (Rest Of
Canada) will likely cost
hundreds of millions of
dollars.
MACDONNELL GROUP ORDERED TO PAY
which the province believes will help grow Nova Scotia’s economy.
This agreement supports Melford International Terminal Inc.’s future
expansion opportunities, increases financier and investor confidence”
and, Dave adds, provides growth opportunities for local communities.
Forgive me for sounding like Doubting Thomas, but isn’t the Dexter
cabinet missing the larger picture here? Like, where is all this cargo
going to come from? Asia? No sir, it’s cheaper and more efficient for
shippers to use the North America’s West Coast ports than Nova
Scotia’s.
And, how is the nonexistent cargo meant to travel from Melford to
Montreal, and important points beyond? People smarter than I tell me
much of the Rail America-run railway between Truro and Sydney,
subsidized by the province to the annual tune of $2 million, is barely
worth scrap (Frank 571), and likely requires hundreds of millions of
dollars in upgrades.
As I’ve said a few times before (Frank 487, 491, 509, 521, 522, 525,
556, 560, 561, 571), it’s impossible to make a good business case for
the Melford container terminal. But why, then, is the project enjoying
strong political support, from the likes of Sen. Stephen Greene?
Part of the success is due to lobbying efforts on Parliament Hill.
Last year, the Melford principals retained Phil von Finckenstein of
PVF Consulting Inc. (routinely named in the Hill Times as one of
Ottawa’s most influential lobbyists). Former Preston Manning aide
Phil bent the ears of Prime Minister Stephen Harper’s deputy chiefs
of staff Darrel Reid and Patrick Muttart, as well as then Natural Resources
Minister Lisa Raitt, and other top staffers such as Industry
Canada chief of staff William King.
In other words, besides acquiring land, the Melford principals are
also acquiring access to our most powerful decision-makers.
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over $20,500, plus post-judgement interest of 18%.
Marc Dunning of Wickwire Holm represented Taiga before Judge
Hood.

HOUSE ARREST
NEWS
BY JAYE LORR
SEEMS I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE WONDERING WHY A
SEPARATE BREACH-OF-TRUST CHARGE WAS NEVER LAID
AGAINST DISGRACED YARMOUTH JAIL FRAUDSTER
SUZANNE “SUE” CROSBY FOLLOWING HER SHAMELESS
— AND STILL UNEXPLAINED — PILFERING OF A PRISONER
TRUST ACCOUNT (FRANK 582).
Given she clearly abused her position as the lockup’s
$75,000-a-year Deputy Superintendent, some
folks I know in Lockeport — Sue’s hometown —
tell me they think she got off easy with a six-month
house arrest sentence, a subsequent curfew and
probation.
As reported previously, 42-year-old Sue helped
herself to roughly $8,000 from the aforementioned
fund and used a government credit card to pay for
personal expenditures.
Crown attorney Jim Clarke tells me that while the
breach-of-trust issue was emphasized as an aggravating
factor at Sue’s pre-Christmas sentencing, a number of circumstances
trumped the need for an additional Criminal Code charge. He
pointed in particular to the fact she resigned her lucrative position immediately,
co-operated fully with police during their investigation, and
repaid the full amount of misappropriated funds prior to the laying of
any criminal charge. She also pleaded guilty and was sentenced by
Judge Robert Prince during her v. first court appearance.
Such was not the case with another Justice employee, Mount
Uniacke-dweller Natalie MacDonald-Pelrine, 40, who this past January
was sentenced to twelve months house arrest after a jury convicted
her on separate charges of fraud over $5,000 and breach of
trust in relation to her previous employment as a Dartmouth Provincial
Court clerk (Frank 572 & 577).
Not only did Little Vatican native Natalie’s not-guilty pleas prompt a
v. lengthy Supreme Court trial — the jury found her not guilty on a
related theft charge — but the mother of three has yet to accept responsibility
for the crimes of which she was convicted and is appealing
her findings of guilt.
And wouldn’t you know? Court-filed documents indicate she’s been
approved for N.S. Legal Aid assistance. Isn’t that nice?
Incidentally, on the Yarmouth front, Justice spokesthingy Jennifer
Gavin tells me that job competitions for Sue’s old post, and the super-
CONDO
CONUNDRUM
I FIND IT V. INTERESTING THAT MAN-ABOUT-
TOWN DOUG RUDOLPH HAS TAKEN TO LEGALLY
REPRESENTING HIMSELF IN A FORECLOSURE
SUIT FILED AGAINST HIM LAST MONTH BY THE
TD BANK.
The bank alleges that Doug, an accountant
by trade, has defaulted on a $449,000 mortgage
secured in 2007, in connection with his
fourth-level Wedgewood condo on Parkland
Suzanne Crosby, left (not exactly as illustrated).
Drive, off the Kearney Lake Road.
In his recently filed defence, Doug says the
bank refused to allow the sale of his unit and
similarly “refused to accept a quit claim deed.”
He says he has insufficient knowledge to
either admit or deny that he currently owes
the bank $487,751 as alleged.
You may be interested to know that for a
time, The Wedgewood counted among its
esteemed denizens famed curling duo Mark
and Heather-Smith Dacey who sold their unit
a couple years back.
Cornwallis Street Baptist Church
preacher Rev. Rhonda Britton’s 2009 pur-
intendent position formerly held by Scott Nickerson (Where’d he go?
— ed.), are ongoing.
At press time, Troy Foote (another Lockeport native) remained the
correctional centre’s acting superintendent.
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MORE WHITE COLLAR CRIME NEWS
I SEE WHERE LEGACY COURT, SACKVILLE DENIZEN SHERRI DAWN
LEE, 36, HAS YET TO ENTER A PLEA ON CHARGES SHE STOLE FROM AND
DEFRAUDED THE EMBRACE SPA ON PARKLAND DRIVE BETWEEN MARCH
2008 AND APRIL 2009.
Legal documents indicate Sherri — the pamper pit’s ex-manager —
is due back in court May 5.
Embrace is owned by Bonnie and Pietro (Peter) Caldarozzi, the
Fall River duo whose Dartmouth-based Medic Delivery Services biz
once hoped to chemically treat and dispose of the province’s bio-medical
waste at a facility in Mount Uniacke. MDS ultimately ended up
losing out on the $10-million contract, which went to a Brampton,
Ontario company (Frank 484).
chase of a $250,000-assessed unit has since
filled the condo’s celebrity void.
And while I can’t attest to his current residency,
I do know that a few weeks ago at least,
court data indicated that a 26-year-old named
Robert Nicholas Cox was also calling the
building home.
Back in February, Robert was charged —
along with well-known crime figure Jimmy
Melvin, Jr. and his younger brother Cory
Melvin — with kidnapping, assault with a
weapon and uttering threats in connection with
the alleged abduction of Richard Michael
McInnis.
APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK 27

THAT PAGE IN FRANK
WHEEL... OF... MISFORTUUUUNE!!!
THAT’S A WHOLE LOT OF UNFORTUNATE CRAP TREVOR...
ARE YOU THINKING OF STOPPING WHERE YOU ARE?
YES! THERE ARE TWO “R”S!
28 APRIL 27, 2010 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK
NO WAY PAT
— I’M GONNA
SPIN THAT
WHEEL!
NOW TREVOR - CAN YOU SOLVE THE PUZZLE?
HI! AND WE’RE BACK WITH TODAY’S UNLUCKY CONTESTANTS, FEDERAL
TORY CABINET MINISTER HELENA GUERGIS, ROMAN CATHOLIC POPE
BENEDICT XVI, AND OUR CURRENT CHAMPION NOVA SCOTIA MLA
TREVOR ZINCK...
ANNNNNND... HOLY COW! LOOK AT THAT! A WHEELCHAIR-BOUND GUY
WITH CEREBRAL PALSY IS CLAIMING YOU STOLE TEN GRAND FROM HIS
CREDIT CARD TO COVER YOUR GAMBLING DEBTS, WHILE YOU WERE
WORKING AS HIS CAREGIVER!!! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT, TREVOR?
UMMMMM......
UHHHH....
I SAY... IS THERE AN “R”, PAT?
WHOSE ONE-MONTH
TOTAL ALREADY
INCLUDES BEING
BOOTED OUT OF HIS
OWN PARTY, ACCUSA-
TIONS OF HINKY
EXPENSE SHENANI-
GANS, AND HAVING THE
SAME WEIRD-ASS
HAIRCUT AS RAY IVANY!
ERRRR....
...NOPE.
NO IDEA
PAT.

ARE YOU SURE NOW TREVOR? REMEMBER, IT’S A PHRASE YOU MIGHT
HEAR... A PHRASE YOU MIGHT HEAR... A LOT... LOTS OF PEOPLE SAYING IT...
SAYING THIS TO YOU...
A LOT.
COME ON TREVOR - THINK HARD! IT’S SOMETHING THAT MIGHT BE
SAID TO AN ELECTED OFFICIAL, WHO’S SO PUBLICLY DISGRACED
HE HAS SIMPLY LOST EVERY SHRED OF CREDIBILITY AS A LEADER!
CRAP, IS THAT A “D”? I WAS
SURE THAT LAST PART WAS
ABOUT TOUCHING SOMETHING
...I NEED TO RE - SIGN UP THE
SERVICES OF MY ATTORNEY
FROM THE LAW FIRM OF YOW,
FRITPINK AND DOLCHEBAU!
UMMM... HE SHOULLLLD...
CONCENTRATE ON
DEVELOPING HIS RE-
SPONSE TO THE BUDGET?
AFFIRM HIS COMMITMENT
TO WORKING HARD TO
SERVE THE INTEREST OF
HIS CONSTITUENTS?
OR - IS IT MAYBE INSIST THAT HE WAS VOTED IN BY THE PEOPLE
AND THEREFORE EXPECTS THAT THE MEDIA SHOW HIM RESPECT?
YES! AND AS MR ZINCK’S LEGAL
COUNSEL I ADVISE MY CLIENT TO
DECLINE TO SPEAK ANY FURTHER
ABOUT ANY OF HIS MISFORTUNES...
AND REMIND VIEWERS THAT HE HAS NOT BEEN
PROVEN GUILTY OF ANY WRONGDOING!
HERE’S A HINT... IT’S SOMETHING THAT’S APPROPRIATE TO DO...
AND IT’S REEEALLLLY OBVIOUS!
OO! I KNOW! I KNOW!
SOMETHING TO DO...
SOMETHING TO DO...
I KNOW!
NO. SORRY PAT, I’M STUMPED.
WE
KNOW!
ME, NOT
SO MUCH
NO! SERIOUSLY TREVOR — THE CLOCK IS TICKING! AN EXCRUCIATING
AMOUNT OF TIME HAS ALREADY GONE BY! JUST TRY AND SOUND IT
OUT!
I DON’T KNOW!
I DON’T KNOW!
RESIAN? RESIBN?
RESICN? RESIDN?
RESIEN? RESIFN?
RE-....
WAIT -
YES! OF
COURSE!
THAT’S IT!
I KNOW WHAT IT IS! I KNOW WHAT IT IS!!!
FURTHERMORE, THERE IS A PERFECTLY INNOCENT EXPLANATION,
WHICH WE WILL PROVIDE AT OUR PRESS CONFERENCE NEXT WEEK!
SO THIS WHEELCHAIR GUY - HOW OLD ARE WE
TALKING HERE? LIKE, THAT KID FROM “GLEE”?
HE’S ABOUT FORTY.
OH. NEVER MIND THEN.
ALLEGED WHEELCHAIR GUY.
ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010 29

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FRANK
A LA CARTE
Dear Frank:
Your “organ” is a great read.
However, I am paying $3 for a lot of crap.
I counted six wasted pages in this issue
(Twitter, Just Not So Stories, comics and a
page about some old bag that abandoned a
shopping cart).
Come on. Stop with that shit.
If you can’t find anything to write about, sell
advertising space and lower the price.
Mr. Fixit,
Point Break
CAN’T TAKE IT
ANYMORE
Dear Frank:
It seems like only yesterday when the
senseless Democracy 250 celebration
wasted over $10.4 million on flag-waving
and breath mints, and handed
$80,000 apiece to improve the quality
of life for ex-premiers John Hamm and
Russell MacLellan.
After spending like drunken sailors,
our government is now telling us we’re
flat broke, and too bad, so sad, they
have to raise our taxes.
As the province hikes the HST, Halifax
council — which blew over $10
million on another navel-gazing exercise,
the Commonwealth Games bid
— is about to increase property tax, and
lo and behold, here comes the Halifax
Water Commission, looking to increase
water rates by a mind-numbing
40%.
I naively thought our public servants
were supposed to serve the public, not
gouge them out of house and home.
Ray L. Roaded,
Halifax
30 ATLANTIC CANADA FRANK APRIL 27, 2010
THINK OF LAURA
Dear Frank:
Given your propensity to write about the comings and goings
of home-grown actors, I’m surprised you’ve never mentioned
Laura Regan’s handful of appearances on Mad Men.
It’s only the best show on TV. You should check it out on
DVD if you haven’t already.
P. Al O. Gerry,
Rockingham
Bob Stead
BAD HAIR
DAY WEEK
MONTH
Dear Frank:
What? No comments
on Lenore Zann’s braids
in your piece on Starr
Dobson’s Vagina Monologues
appearance
(Frank 582)? Very Bo
Derek-esque, though
somewhat less of a “10.”
Helen E. Kurtus,
Via Twitter
MOVIN’ ON UP...
Dear Frank:
In your latest Lutz Becker legal dispatch
(Frank 582) you forgot to mention that Wolfville
Mayor Bob Stead and CAO Roy Brideau have
moved their town hall offices upstairs. The town
is spending precious tax dollars on town hall
renovations, and Mayor Bob is now even less
accessible to the public than before.
Hesin D. Attik,
Wolfville
Lenore Zann
EXACTLY AS
ILLUSTRATED
Dear Frank:
I thought you were screwing
around with the Lisa
Armoyan pics (Frank 579,
582, 582), figured you were
fooling around — “not exactly
as illustrated” type thing.
Well I finally Googled her.
She’s friggin’ hot!
(Vrege) is loosing out on so
many levels.
A.N. Admirer,
Via Twitter
HAIR TODAY,
GONE
TOMORROW
Dear Frank:
Drag queen Eureka Love (a.k.a. Tim
Humphrey) wasn’t the only unfortunate victim
of an open candle flame recently (Frank
581).
A few weeks back a woman at the Bitter
End also had her tresses singed. All anyone
could smelled was burned hair. Gross.
Mike Hull-Jackson,
Argyle Street

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I’ve gotta stop
for gas.
GOOGLE TO THE RESCUE
Dear Frank:
The other day, my kid came
home looking for assistance
with a school project. He told
me his class was studying the
famous gangsters Bonnie and
Clyde and that he wasn’t sure
where he to begin his search for
information.
I told him if the project wasn’t
specific, and all he wanted was
info on the machinations of ruthless
bandits, he should simply
go to Google and type in
“Nova Scotia Legislature.”
S. Corruptas Deycome,
No Man’s Land
EQUAL TIME FOR
EQUAL CRIMES
Get two receipts
and we’ll
both claim it!
Dear Frank:
It is shameful that there are 60plus
unsolved murder and missing
persons cases here in Nova
Scotia.
I have to ask: why have you singled
out the Paula Gallant one? It
appears that you think that this one has more
significance than the others.
Saul V. Demmaul,
Hubbards
SCENTS
OF
SMELL
BROKEBACK BURRO
Dear Frank:
Loved the bit about Mike Duffy (Frank 582) except for
the stand in on the mule. Duffy’s got him beat by at least
one-and-a-half pick-axe handles across the arse.
If your model and Duffy rode into town side by side
your guy would be nicknamed Slim. Next time, see if you
can get a picture of Mary Clancy. That would be a lot
closer.
Bruce DeVenne,
Lower Sackville
Leslie Conrad (right),
Jonathan Reader
and Lea Purcell.
Dear Frank:
I find it very interesting that Barb Stegemann’s perfume is helping
Afghani women “become a little less dependent on the Taliban (Frank
581), while her betrothed John MacDonnel soldiers on in his highly
paid position under Defence Minister Peter MacKay, a man who continues
to reek of the Afghan detainee torture scandal.
P. Yu,
The Little Vatican
WATCHING THE
TRAIN WRECKS
Dear Frank:
As a fairly recent subscriber, yet long-time
reader (and procrastinator), I’m finally compelled
to comment on several of your recent targets, to
wit:
� Mount Saint Vincent and its search for the
holy grail of empowered leadership for that august
“bastion of feminist lunacy”: When I read the
phrase “cunning linguist” in reference to Ms.
Sheila Embleton (Frank 581), I thought I may
actually lose control of my bladder due to the hysterical
reaction provoked by that stunningly brilliant
bit of wordplay. Best of luck in their search;
it’s been entertaining.
� Barb Stegemann: Attractive, self-aggrandizing
to the point of being delusional and very fortunate
that her book title hasn’t caused Stephen
Covey (7 Habits of Highly Effective People,
anyone?) to sue her ass off for some sort of possible
trademark infringement. Not to mention that
linking herself (however obliquely) to Mahatma
Gandhi while using the struggle of Afghani
women for freedom and independence as a
means of marketing her toilet water is hubris on a
scale that defies comparison but certainly invites
ridicule. The members of her “cult” as you put it,
need to do some serious self-examination of their
own.
� The NDP and the provincial deficit: As Graham
Steele appears at a loss on how to increase revenue
by any concrete means other than further
overtaxing and abusing the very same people who
subscribe to your organ, a summary of various
bloated, unnecessary and superfluous provincially
controlled departments and entities would be most
timely.
I mean, seriously, do we really need an Office
of Gaelic Affairs? And if Bill Casey is our “point
man in Ottawa,” allegedly representing Nova
Scotia’s interests, why in the hell do we suffer
the inconvenience of Gerald Keddy and Peter
MacKay?
Finally, in a province of less than one million
people and only 18 counties, do we really need
52 MLAs? I would strongly suggest some of the
smaller, less-populated areas could get by with
one, especially with the aid of the electronic gadgetry
to which a lot of them appear addicted. Note
to Darrell Dexter: you bought two laptops, but
only have one lap. WTF? So, Frank, how about a
cost analysis of the average cost per piggy snout
to keep these porkers at the trough?
That’s all for now. Keep up the good work.
Reid M.N. Weep,
Via E-mail
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promote discussion.
I wanna find out what
people’s thinking was.
I wanna find out what
their feelings are. And
did they learn anything?
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