Bill on the boats

Bill Rowe went off on another anti-Marine Atlantic, anti-Confederate rant today, all because of the disaster training exercise that went awry.

The subtext of Comrade Rowe’s comments were, slightly, ever so slightly, re-phrased:

Rates too high? Separate.

Cafeteria coffee is cold? Separate.

Not enough sleeping capacity? Separate.

There is no problem with Marine Atlantic’s service, from the serious to the trival, that can’t be solved by separation.

Comrade Rowe, complaining of the lack of sleeper capacity on the Cabot Strait runs, sputtered, “Why wouldn’t they have sufficient cabins to meet the demand?”

A good question and a fair question.

But, while Comrade Rowe is at asking those questions, perhaps he should cast his lines a little closer to home.

Where is the outrage of all of the Comrade Rowes out there, from the VOCM studios to Hospitality Newfoundland and Newfoundland, who rant and roar like true Newfoundlanders, rant and roar on deck and below, about Marine Atlantic, its service and its rates, but say nothing, not a thing, not one word, not one measly syllable, about the state of the provincially-run ferries that serve Labrador?

John Hickey, Tom Hedderson, Bruce Sparks, where are you?

Bill Rowe, where is your venomous, frothing, hate-filled, spitting blue anti-Confederate rage?