There’s one thing that is sure about the human population: we’re not very trusting by nature.
Society has somehow put natural seeds of doubt and condescension into us, likely because of the many times that we as people have been let down and let go by someone or something, the very moment we learned to put our hopes and loves into it.
So if someone, or something, manages to win us over a bit and start rebuilding that trust and credibility, they need to realize that the feelings we’re showing towards them are like a thin sheet of ice that is fragile and weak at best.
This week, the Provincial Liberal party broke the ice.
Dwight Ball and his crew were really starting to get something going. They were high in the polls, they were actually making sense on a lot of issues, they were an opposition to a Government without a permanent leader. The Red Machine was actually becoming a viable alternate option to the PC crew in the next election.
Then they had to go and shag it all up.
Politicians who cross the floor is one thing, but politicians who cross the floor for their own opportunistic chances is another.
Tom Osbourne was just any PC MHA. He was a backbencher, who didn’t speak outside of a member statement wishing someone a happy 100th birthday, or congratulating a school soccer team on a silver medal. It’s almost safe to say that until he left the PC Party and made it to the 6 pm news, most people outside of the political sphere or his own district, probably didn’t even know who he was.
Now Paul Lane is a different story.
He wasn’t just any PC MHA.
He was Mr. PC . He fought, scratched, bawled and shouted in his PC pride. He was vocal, he was annoying at times, and he was notorious for defending the party for which he was a part of.
He was also a step down from a Minister, which means he was on the inside of the party and seemed to be loving it.
His sudden decision to cross the floor was a shock. More than that, it made him look bad, like he was taking advantage of a moment for his own personal gain.
It’s like that scene in Titanic when the ship is going down and only women and children are allowed in the boat. Suddenly the owner jumps in without anyone seeing, and saves his own behind over the rest of the men on the boat. Paul Lane is like the owner of the boat.
When you have such a polarizing figure as that, being associated with them is always tricky. The PC Party even got into hot water last year when Lane was accused of rigging political polls. Guilt by association is common in politics.
That’s why the Liberals accepting him into the fold was sort of like shooting themselves in the foot.
It tarnished their credibility and left many scratching their heads in bewilderment. Nevertheless, they survived.
Then this week they went and took the two NDP stragglers who tried a coup d’etat against their own leader and ended up being exiled to the Independent benches.
Suddenly it was clear. The Liberals are desperate to win, no matter what it takes. Their policy out the window, their values in the trash.
Watch out, folks. The ice is broken.