CORNWALL Ontario – A mist of burning pig fat and beer farts wafted across Water Street as I returned across our new mighty bridge from the US of A.
Ribfest was humming. There were a lot of cars, but I didn’t see a lot of people? It was bewildering.
Was it a longing for Lift Off? While there were few balloons hovering over Cornwall the last few years of the Festival there was hope of occasionally seeing one lofting over one’s yard if you actually live in Cornwall which so very few decision makers in the community do.
Ribfest was born out of corruption, ignorance, greed, and …..um….I’m sure there are a few more things.
While the scandal whose name isn’t supposed to be mentioned (
Chris Savard’s divorce) that unexplainably changed the course of Cornwall’s only real tourism event and signature symbol ( a balloon of hot air that leaks out unless you crank up the fire!) created a possibility for Ribfest to not only gain traction, but chase the festival to its demise.
Ribfest itself was born of weirdness including at least one lawsuit (which they lost) and a break up of the Phil Shorey and Terry Muir team. Alleged threats to vendors that if they went to Lift Off they couldn’t be at Ribfest and a city Economic Department and Recreation Department that simply didn’t appear to care what happened didn’t help.
That the restaurant trade takes a beating during Ribfest, and that there are no local “ribbers” seems to be lost on people like Bob Peters.
“Volunteer” boards that locked out help and dwindled until their only solution to combat Ribfest was a free concert day were the death knell of our event. As bad as the Corus centric bands were they were better than cover bands and some of the same old same old local offerings.
It’s a twerked shadenfreude that is John Earle’esque in vision and execution. It’s sad and there are lessons to be learned that sadly those that need to learn them most are far to busy gorging on sugar coated pig to learn.
Speaking of Mr. Earle, our sincere condolences to his family. I was taught by my parents and grand parents to never speak ill of the dead, at least until the corpse is really stiff.
This next section isn’t about Mr. Earle or his achievements or lack thereof, but of the circus that entwined his tragic passing.
CFN as we are usually do, had the jump on the story, but because of the sensitive nature of the story and the weird and whacked out politics of Cornwall decided to lay down. The Freeholder, showing true journalistic professionalism covered the story at first without divulging Mr. Earle’s name (or they didn’t know….)
The Bill and Todd show is something that not only showed the most horrific of journalistic standards, but created a side show circus that is below some of the insults that emanate from the Facebook hate group that Mr. Lihou belongs to, and that says a lot.
That Mr. Earle’s campaign photo has been on the TC media owned newspapers Facebook banner for nearly a week is bizarre enough (actually angering some local conservatives to comment) but the blow by blow alleged description of what happened by Mr. Kingston, allegedly before family members had been notified, was truly mortifying.
As is shared many times, practicing journalism can be a tricky thing in a small community, especially in a small city that thinks it’s a small town.
There are always certain sensitivities that need to be considered. For example CFN will name names and play hardball when slimy people are outed for their misdeeds. We don’t ever go after innocent people. Ever.
This week was almost like that creepy story in the US where a sleazeball was arrested for not assisting an accident victim but actually entering the crash vehicle to snap video!
If I were speaking Billeze I’d call him a blogger, but Mr. Kingston clearly doesn’t get the difference between an online newspaper or a blog, or that blogs in 2015 have taken on rolls that news media are supposed to do; like tell the truth and expose stories without kissing political butt or other weirdness. There is no dishonour in blogging whether it be about muffins, politics, or whatever strange kinks that get Bill through the night. I’m not sure what Mr. Kingston is or calls himself, but in my opinion journalist or even blogger wouldn’t be the most fitting title?
No, the celebration of Ribfest in the shadow of our dear departed Lift Off is not Kosher. It’s not Halal either.
The circus came to town, but it looks like the clowns were already here.
That hundreds, if not thousands of people will have a good time at Ribfest year is nice, but then there are thousands in Haiti that think eating Dirt Pies are nice too.
Karmically rain is predicted for most of Saturday and in particular Saturday night. A good evening to bring flippers and a snorkel if you want some ribs….
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