Williams government hires new pollster

Talks break off

So anyway the big news today is that talks between the Government and the doctors have broken down. Danny says that the doctors are asking for too much money, and so he is sticking to his tough bargianing position.

Good thing, we say!

Let the goddamn doctors stay in the ground until Danny gets a fair deal.

Let the goddamn doctors stay in the ground. They aren't going any where!!!

Diamond or Square?

Mount Pearl is the latest thing in Newfoundland Labrador to get the "branding" treatment, and IP Freely couldn't be happier for Pearlites! The Mount Pearl Curl is finally banished as your official national symbol!

But we are very disappointed in Mayor Randy Simms that the public was not given a full opportunity to take part in the "branding" process. Though we are sworn to secrecy about how we got our hands this graphic, here are the two final candidates for the brand new brand... the one that was selected, and the one that didn't quite make the final cut.


So what do you think? Are you a "Diamond Mount Pearl" fan? Or do you prefer the traditional Mount Pearl Square? Pearlites only, please!!!

IP Freely endorsement

The 2011 election isn't until 2011, but that doesn't stop us from getting out in front of such an important matter as this one.

We have been looking for a candidate who embodies the three of the things we love the most. Cats. Weed. And Old St. John's. And so that is why IP Freely officially endorses Sketchy Jerome for Premier.

Just a heartbeat away

"Premier Kathy Dunderdale"?

The Warm and Fuzzy Summit

Won't someone think of Tommy!

Danny Williams comments on the importance of public health care...

Don't forget your health card!!!

Law and order

The New New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Errr, but no Haitians.”