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Ricky Blue's Other Life
Ricky Blue
Ricky Blue
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is a Montreal-based humorist, singer, and writer. He and partner George Bowser are the famous Bowser and Blue comedy act. Here's his bio from their Bowser and Blue website.

Ricky Blue was born in Liverpool, England, but raised in Maine, New Jersey, and Toronto. He has an MA in English from Concordia University. He has been involved in bands and media music in Montreal for over twenty years. In 1981 he won an international 'Clio' award for excellence in advertising.

He once appeared on television naked.

His life had no real meaning, however, until he began to play with Bowser and Blue. Rick plays guitar, mandolin, and harmonica, and sings in a rather pleasant baritone when George will let him.

His columns are archived here

Posted 01.19.05

RICKY BLUE

Green Peace was wrong about the seal hunt ~ Mea culpa, baby boomer moi

I am a baby boomer. Like many baby boomers I am now in my 50s. I am learning to accept that.

I like to think that what I have lost in youth and innocence, I perhaps have gained in wisdom. I am always surprised when I see other boomers still fighting the battles of my youth: cocksure and glowing with self-righteousness.

One of these groups is Greenpeace.

The rise of this eco-warrior group paralleled the rise of my generation. And I remember feeling that initial happy rush of being a do-gooder. We were going to change the world and conquer the evils of capitalism. We were going to teach mankind how to live with nature, not be in constant combat with it.

We fought one of our key battles in the seventies. The Rainbow Bar and Grill on Stanley Street was our headquarters.

We passed around literature that would convince everyone of the justice of our cause: pictures of cuddly little baby seals being bludgeoned to death by brutal Newfie sealers. The red blood against the soft white fur; the grimacing hulk of a man raising his club for one last blow; it was a slaughter of the innocents.

The sealers claimed that the hunt culled the herd, and that if not for the hunt the seal population would multiply out of control. Because the seals ate codfish, this would threaten the whole fishery.

We laughed in derision. Those fishermen would say anything to protect their own selfish interests.

That was thirty years ago. And now the cod fishery in Newfoundland has all but disappeared.

Where did the cod go?

Some blame foreign trawlers for taking more than their fair share. And I'm sure that's part of it. But many marine biologists now admit that the seal population is out of control and they are eating all the cod. It is so bad the Canadian government is bringing back the hunt to help save the fishery.

Those poor Newfie sealers were right.

Greenpeace was wrong.

We were wrong. In our determination to do good we had shouted down the truth.

I would like to personally apologize to the Newfoundland sealers right now for any part I had in this injustice, no matter how small. I ask for their forgiveness and assure them that at least I have learned that sometimes by trying to do good I can screw things up much worse. That is a valuable lesson.

There is truth to the old adage: The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. And with this apology they can be assured I will look closely before I get carried away with easy solutions to problems I really know nothing about.

Do I think Greenpeace will ever follow my lead and admit that they were wrong?

Never. The Newfoundland fishermen whose lives they have destroyed can go jump in the sea for all they care. Admitting that they might be wrong would introduce doubt. And doubt is the fatal enemy of self-righteousness.

We were so sure we were right and yet we were wrong. I sometimes wonder if we could be just as wrong about some of today's causes.

We boomers have watched a lot of our dreams backfire. I think this is supposed to help us attain the wisdom to listen to both sides and examine the facts before we try changing the world.

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