By Still A Proud Sailor Man
You’d think after the first hit, Travis Harry might’ve paused. Taken a breath. Googled humility.
But alas.
Captain Know-It-All is back. Louder. Bolder. Still allergic to facts. This, dear reader, is the sequel Travis didn’t ask for but absolutely earned.
He’s still out here trying to win debates no one asked for. Still confusing noise for influence. Still mistaking a few social media shares for national momentum.
And now he’s upset. Deeply. Why?
Because the New Democratic Party hasn’t reposted his musings.
That’s what’s gnawing at him.
In Travis’s world, if a party doesn’t repost his commentary, it’s because they’re weak. Not because they have principles or discipline or a message that doesn’t bend to every Facebook opinion.
Never mind that serious political movements like the Unity Labour Party know the difference between buzz and ballast.
The ULP has spent over two decades delivering. Through global downturns. Through natural disasters. Through critics who come and go. It takes more than a live video and a hashtag to lead a country.
But Travis doesn’t get that.
What really sends him into orbit is when ULP supporters share his content. Especially when he’s taking shots at the opposition. That’s when he comes alive. Grinning. Preening. Mistaking mischief for movement.
He doesn’t stop to ask why they’re sharing it.
It’s not because they’re moved. It’s because they know the difference between mimicry and mastery.
Lazy opposition. Weak internal leadership. That critique didn’t start with Travis. The ULP said it first. Based on experience, not ego.
But Travis isn’t adding to the discourse. He’s just remixing what’s already been said. Louder. Looser. With far less grounding.
Now he says it’s not about Travis Harry anymore. Many people represent Travis Harry.
That’s not humility. That’s hubris.
And while he’s at it, he’s taken up a new hobby. Lecturing engineers on airport construction. And if that weren’t enough, he’s now schooling experts on how to build a port.
One man. One phone. And suddenly, no field is safe.
We’ve seen this type of inflation before. Adriana King comes to mind. Another voice that gets loudest when the door doesn’t swing her way. One day praising a party. The next day condemning it. Depending on who didn’t answer the phone.
It’s not conviction. It’s clout-chasing dressed as courage.
And when Travis isn’t overreaching, he’s overcounting. Just this week, he claimed 32,899 voted for the NDP, 32,419 for the ULP, and then added 30,000 more undecided voters to the pot.
That would push the total to over 90,000 in a country with just over 100,000 people.
No mention of bloated lists. No adjustment for migration. No interest in turnout reality.
But that’s the thing. Travis isn’t here for precision. He’s here for attention.
And governance. That’s not built on likes. It’s built on consistency. Resilience. Results.
The ULP knows this. Not because it’s perfect. But because it’s been present. In the trenches. On the ground. In the chair.
And yes. Travis felt it when the Prime Minister, with calm precision and no need to name names, mentioned that someone who once served drinks is now serving opinions on every national issue.
That was the line.
The glass cracked. The ego buckled.
This was punch two.
And Travis?
He’s wobbling.
Still a proud sailor man.
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