Kathy Dunderdale sends messages using Twitter.
Herself.
Using her own two hands.
Someone who has spent about 60 years in this province - give or take – and who has been a prominent municipal and provincial politician before being yanked out of pseudo-retirement to become Premier should know how to spell the names of places in the province.
We are not talking Quirpon here.
We are talking the lush agricultural valley on the province’s west coast or as Kathy tweeted it this morning:
Cod Roy.
Two words.
Maybe she thought she was logging into the multiplayer version of Call of Duty using Danny’s leftover screen ID.
Maybe she was so overcome by the beauty of that part of the island that she fancied herself a Scottish-Newfoundland freedom fighter.
Maybe she thought she was the king of the fish.
Or maybe – and we are just just spit ballin’ here – Kathy doesn’t write her own tweets.
Maybe she has someone following her around, Crackberry in hand ready to spit out something from her boss to make it look like the amazingly transformed KD herself is telling us about yet another “beautiful” place she has been in the “beautiful” province in order meet all the “great’ people after her morning “run”.
Yes, folks, it is the Twitter conundrum.
The brand new image the nice advertising people invented for you demands you send twitter messages even if you couldn’t be bothered and so the campaign or the Premier’s Office sticks some junior joe or jane with the job all the while praying that joe or jane doesn’t blow away the cool facade by tweeting garbage.
Either that or Kathy herself had to consciously insert a space and push the shift key a second time on her computer or Crackberry to transform “Codroy” into two words both starting with capitals. The simple typo would be the errant extra space, after all. Whoever typed that thought it was two separate words.
Which is more likely?
You decide.
- srbp -