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Can the slew of self-righteous townies on social be expected to let some supposed body-shaming comments during Rogers riveting regatta coverage slide—especially coming from that creepy Don-E Coady, who still dresses like he’s going to the fuckin Peach Pit with Brandon and Dylan?

Are the residents of Kwy-da Vy-dah as distraught over the loss of their beloved fishing stages as they are the slow erosion of their peace, sanity, and privacy—especially since they stuck that shitty open-air beer-chugging spot down by the main fuckin dock?

Have the tens of millions of songs released globally since 1984 been enough to finally bump ‘Better Be Good to Me’ off OZFM’s standard ‘Old Man Stirling’ daily playlist?

Will we see St. John’s Conservative candidate Kristina Ennis post a clear, definitive, forward-thinking stance on the escalating violence in the west end—like she did on the wild water weeds that supposedly ruined the fuckin Regatta?

Does the stupid capital ‘E’ in now-infamous pseudo-celebrity Don-E Coady’s name stand for undeniably ‘Employed’—even after being told to apologize for his epic Regatta coverage clusterfuck?

Is there any better place for Newfoundlanders to be during the 2025 Canada Summer Games than somewhere far, far away—while this bloated foolishness clogs our roads, drains our wallets, and lets the Province pat itself on the fuckin back for a two-week legacy boondoggle?

Will Jim ‘Father Time’ Dinn get nearly the credit he deserves for his near-earth shattering suggestion to ‘end reliance on travel nurses’—even though it took him a month to come up with it and host a big press conference in the bog—and long after the local news had lost interest?

Is anyone surprised that Joanne ‘The Jeweller’ Thompson is taking over for Seamus O’Regan as Newfoundland’s self appointed senior MP—ie, the one posting the most, taking credit for anything ‘good’, and suddenly speaking as if she’s playing Lady Macbeth at the Stratford Theatre?

Does the Prime Minister give a flying fiddler’s fuck about Danny Williams or his ironic letter demanding he shut down Furey’s meaningless MOU with Quebec—especially after Googling ‘who the fuck is Danny Williams’ and stumbling on the Muskrat Falls mess he fucked everyone with?

Has literally anyone, anywhere, ever been overheard saying: ‘You know what—Fumbles Furey was right to appoint his old man’s ancient friend, and lifelong academic Pop Parfrey to try and run a massive health operation knee-deep in clusterfuck—he’s doing fuckin great’?

Will current Rogers TV employee Don-E Coady ever again feature on Jesse Stirling’s unwatchable nepotism-enabled NTV show, ‘Meetings with (Rarely) Remarkable People’?

Is anyone more obsessed with showing off the pointlessly penned letters they craft—in 2025, no less—than Newfoundland’s most self-serving politicians and private-sector shitbags, including Tweedledee and Tweedledum here?

Can you really blame the local media for all but ignoring Loni Anderson’s death—since there isn’t even the loosest stretch of a tie to Newfoundland, aside from the many who’ve confused her with that Pamela Anderson and her silly hatred of our lovely little seal hunt?

Does Lisa Dempster—the still unknown Forestry Minister and unapologetic brooch enthusiast from Cartwright–L’Anse au Clair—strike you as the kind of gal Mother Nature, or any other fire-starting nuisance wants to be fuckin with?

Would Little Quitter Furey’s now-scrapped cabinet payoff scheme have cost taxpayers even a fraction of what his bucket list travel did after deciding to bail—like that little jaunt to Southeast Asia where he squeezed in a short meeting with a bunch of fuckin nobodies?

Is the St. John’s Regatta Committee eager to condemn greasy vendor price gouging, or the drunken tools spilling out of the beer tent to piss in public or fornicate in the shitters—like it was for an off-the-cuff fat joke from skipper on some shitty channel no one watches anyhow?

Would Baymen be paying any attention to such an order from the Newfoundland Government, aside from maybe the ‘hiking’ part—whatever the fuck that is?

Will the heroic efforts of wildfire first responders get even half the local or national coverage as the one dumbass and no doubt drunk as fuck Newfoundlander who threatened them?

Was Doogie Hogan’s robotic ‘we got your back, let us know what you need’ sound bite on The National even remotely comforting to wildfire evacuees—or to anyone hoping their premier might speak at a level higher than a fuckin high school fourth-year running for student council?

Did Newfoundlanders need a random plane crash or a slew of summer forest fires—and complaints from frantic first responders—to realize our cell service is only marginally fuckin better than what you’d find in a third world country?