Townie Bastard is a self proclaimed “arrogant, yet charming” gentlemen from St. John’s, currently living in Iqaluit, Nunavut (That’s directly north of Labrador). I read his blog on a fairly regular basis, entertained enough to continue to subscribe to his RSS feed. He usually goes on about life in the north, politics (yawn), curling, weight loss attempts, etc holding no bars, editing no expletives, and resisting the urge to be brief. On top of all that, he is the father of Anna’s baby. While I am freezing in New Brunswick, his rants and observations of life within the Arctic Circle makes me feel warmer, relatively speaking. Makes me feel better knowing someone else is having a tougher time staying warm.
But I think he finally cracked. His brain froze or something causing some sort of atomic reaction and he suffered a meltdown. Over what? Canadian Idol. 
Actually, I agree with him. Here’s an excerpt from his blog:
“I want Newfoundland to be respected more by the rest of Canada. We all do. However, Canadian Idol isn’t the way to do it. I would argue that the more stories that get out about people lining up at pay phones to vote, telecommunication systems being snarled by the volume of voters and people bitching and whining on the websites and Open Line shows about conspiracies to deny Newfoundland it’s God given right to have a Canadian Idol winner, the more fucking ridiculous we sound.
So this is one small way to gain back some respect – ignore Canadian Idol. Completely.”
But you know, these days, we all get rather worked up over the “entertainment” industry. Anna Nicole Smith death and custody battle, Britney’s shaved head, Britney’s other shaved parts, Mel Gibson’s drunken “sugar tits” tyrade, Michael Richards messed up comedy act… all capture our attention and passions. There’s a freakin’ war going on for Christ sake!
At least This Hour Has 22 Minutes has it right:
Can’t wait for spring. I think my brain is freezing too. Besides, Canadian Idol starts in April… just in time for Townie’s brain thaw. Imagine how entertaining his rants will be when his brain cells have the nourishment of a warm flow of blood.
