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Some of us complained to them, yesterday, that one of their Ontario stores was selling small containers of hand sanitizer for $15. People noticed.
So did Home Hardware. Thank you, all.
Warren gets shit done!
— Bob Stinson (@BobStinson2) March 17, 2020
A month ago feels like a lifetime, now. Twelve months – twelve months today – feels like an eternity.
Anyway. Loved her, loved being married to her, loved every moment: she carried my heart. Don’t know exactly where she is, but I hope she’s okay.
Life is fleeting – more than ever, now – but true love is not.
Hold onto both.
Good information, here.
Bad – really bad – that a provincial government has been obliged to fill the massive, yawning information gap caused by federal incompetence.
Daisy Group has been around for almost 15 years. Generally speaking, we are basically a war room for hire. Specifically, we help folks through crisis communications situations. Like coronavirus.
What has made things worse – what has made people anxious, and pushed them towards panic – isn’t the virus itself. It’s how our supposed leaders have communicated to us about the virus.
Donald Trump has been in the news every day. He has ignored the threat, then dismissed it, then lied about it, then broadcast an address full of yet more lies and misinformation. It caused a stock market crash and panicked people even more.
Justin Trudeau has done the opposite – he hasn’t been in the news much at all. He has delegated communications to ministers who have zero experience handling a crisis like this, and his policy response – a billion dollars, a conference call with provincial Premiers – has been pretty puny. He has essentially disappeared. His wife may be ill, but Trudeau is a master of social media, and he knows how to reach people even when in isolation. He hasn’t done so. That’s caused some confusion and anxiety.
I teach crisis communications at the University of Calgary’s law school; I’m in fact teaching again today, via the Internet. I have been using coronavirus as a case study for the entire semester.
Here is the story I will tell my students about how to communicate in a crisis like coronavirus. It isn’t hard. But our leaders need to do it. Now.
At my Daisy Group, when corporate disaster strikes, we often refer clients to the Tylenol approach. It’s an approach that works.
Late 1982, Chicago: seven people are killed when they ingest Tylenols laced with potassium cyanide. Johnson and Johnson, which owned the Tylenol brand, saw its share price plummet, and panic was widespread.
But the company didn’t disappear. It did the reverse. J and J immediately recalled all Tylenol, nation-wide. It ceased production. It issued warnings to hospitals. It announced that it was developing what it called “tamper proof” packaging – a phrase that has now entered the popular lexicon. And, over and over, company executives made themselves available to the media, to answer questions, to describe the actions it was taking and – most of all – to take responsibility.
Johnson and Johnson didn’t poison its own Tylenol capsules, of course, and nobody believed that they ever would. But the company’s willingness to be accountable, and to answer every question, generated tons of goodwill. As the Washington Post wrote, admiringly, at the time: “Johnson & Johnson has effectively demonstrated how a major business ought to handle a disaster.” After tamper-proof Tylenol packaging was perfected, and reintroduced in the market, Tylenol would shortly go on to become the most popular over-the-counter analgesic drug in the U.S.
For Messrs Trudeau and Trump, there’s a lesson there, if they want to heed it. In politics, as in life, the communications rule is this: what gets you in trouble isn’t the mistake itself.
What gets you in trouble, instead, is dishonesty and exaggeration. What gets you in trouble is pretending to be an expert, where you’re not. What gets you in trouble is basically disappearing (like Trudeau) – or being on TV too much (like Trump).
What gets you in trouble is pretending that the crisis isn’t happening. And saying nothing.
Because coronavirus isn’t nothing. It’s changing the world. Right now, today.
Friday the 13th is tomorrow, and it is going to be a motherfucker.
— Warren Kinsella (@kinsellawarren) March 12, 2020
Forget a global recession. A depression may be imminent.
The World Health Organization has announced that dogs cannot contract Covid-19. Dogs previously held in quarantine can now be released. To be clear, WHO let the dogs out.
— Liam Hackett (@DiageoLiam) March 12, 2020
Hope all of them are okay. And that everyone exposed to this remorseless, foul pestilence are okay, too.
#BREAKING: Justin Trudeau and Sophie Gregoire Trudeau are in self-isolation over COVID-19 concerns.
The latest: https://t.co/pjACmRre4w
— Toronto Star (@TorontoStar) March 12, 2020
— Toronto Star (@TorontoStar) March 12, 2020
What better way to help everyone forget about the pandemic and barricades and Trump than…publishing ultra-rare Hot Nasties photos!
These were taken in 1978 or so, in Ras Pierre’s basement in Lake Bonavista. That’s him on six strings, Winkie Nuclear Age Smith on four strings, and Just Plain Tom Edwards keeping the beat. Sane Wayne Ahern is over on the other side somewhere.
The bottom photo is one of me being interviewed by a writer for Music Express. Turns out she was also Button Cummings’ girlfriend. Small world, etc.
I laughed when I saw the hands thoughtfully steepled. Not very punk rock, maaaaan.
Anyway. There you go. I helped you forget about how shitty everything is for a minute or two. You’re welcome.
Yours Screwly in a Calgary suburban basement in ’78, and 42 years later at the Bovine Sex Club in Toronto. Some guys never grow up.