What a weekend and remember Swervin Mervin

Pierre karl peladeau in blurry redux. Any ink stains
on his Lear jet? Ahh .. alack and alas probably not.

Terrance Gavan for Seamus
Yes catching up here folks from a busy weekend and my writing nite which typically starts at 1 am and moves through to 8 am and then I’m off to the aircraft plant for a full day of work on Tuesday. After that it’s off to soccer and then I sleep.
What happened this past weekend?
A lot.
Check out the Voice for several articles regarding local sports.
Kash Dash for Africa at the Pinestone.
Sports with a twist.

Sir Sam’s is hosting the Crank the Shield.
Biggest news for the Labor Day weekend?
Bob Izumi and 92 other master baiters will be on the lakes this weekend for the $128,000 Bassmania Tournament.
Hank and Tanya Debruin from Winterdance will be uploading the Iditarod E-Book this week sometime. I will be writing a little sumthin, sumthin about that in the Voice.
High school starts next week and that means a full slate of sports.
Look I gotta get to work because Jian is on the radio and that means I’m tremendously late for my day.
Slept in.
It’s Wednesday y’áll.
And after 32 hours without sleep I do tend to discombobulate my habits.
Like rising at 5 am.
I’m just wondering if everyone got the master baiters reference.
Up there in the post.
I have a funny story about me, Babe Winkelman, Selkirk Channel Cats and the day I wrote the cutline that just about made it past the safeguards and my sleeping editor Lorne onto the front page of sports.
To wit: “Master Baiter Babe Winkelman was in Selkirk last week to try his hands at catfish hunting, Manitoba style.
Thankfully Merv Farmer our publisher and a slef made millionaire came and hunted me down at Millers.
And that’s when I started to lug the PDFs into the Winnipeg Sun from Styonewall.
My punishment for being funny.
And yes I also had to learn to use the publishing machine (COMPUGRAPHIC)  to rewrite my offending cutter.
The next nite Merv invited me to a jets game with his season ticket package.
And he also offered to loan me a down payment on a house in Stonewall.
Because he couldn’t get the concept of renting.
He later sold his three papers to Quebecor.
After refusing their entreaties for 7 years.
Too bad.
The interlopers have literally gutted the newspaper industry in Canada with their own malapropped sojourn and ribald take on cookie cutter journalism.
Merv is now an elk farmer in Stonewall.
He’s still a millionaire.
And I think the offer of a loan is still extant.
When we gonna’learn folks.
That we need vibrant soul and a commingling mindset and a community first approach to journalism.
Especially in small town Canada.
Merv Farmer.
Good friend.
Confidante.
Publisher extraordinaire.
Stood behind his staff and especially his writers.
A nice guy.
A solid guy.
Capable of self-effacement and rigorous intuition.
Treated his staff right.
Loved the business.
Not for the money.
But for the process.
Because it was in his blood.
Spent production Tuesdays inserting flyers into the papers.
Blue smocked, ink-stained, and those hands black from the thousands of papers being loaded onto pallets.
I wonder.
Any ink stains on Pierre Karl Peladeau’s Lear Jet?
Lately.
Or is he a little too busy setting up his wish list for that new PC-imprimatured news network – Foxy Crap and Bullshit North – all the news that’s unfit to print or broadcast by a slimy self-entitled former assistant to our own RT HON Stevie Goldenhair Surprise - kory Tenpsych.
let the blitzkrieg begin herr goebbels.
Ahh, Swervin’ Mervin Farmer.
We need more like him.
As usual my cognitive dissonance has turned a melancholy corner to vague screed.
Hey people ... don’t take it to heart.
I’m sure PKP’s got your best interests at heart.