If the 1920s were the Roaring Twenties, what will the 2020s be known as?
The opposite of roar is gasp, and the Gasping Twenties could certainly work to this point out of the gate, in terms of the unexpected. You know you’ve been through a ringer of a year when, lying in bed on a late December night, thunder and lightning is mistaken for either an alien invasion or a monster tsunami ripping in from the Grand Banks, and neither scenario staves off sleep. Turnaround Twenties has a better ring to it. When all is said and done, wouldn’t it be nice to look back at the decade ahead as a time when Newfoundland and Labrador finally got its act together? That’s not how it’s shaping up. The last act of the House of Assembly before settling down to a winter’s sleep was to unlock some pensions so people can tap into them early to pay for today. No word on tomorrow, and what they'll live on then. The sky really has fallen, and Chicken Little is dozing on the couch with government’s teat in its mouth. Just wait until the tap’s cut off — the place will go up then