I first met Mr. Parsons when a group of environmental activists and I set up a shanty town outside the Muskrat Falls’ construction zone to protest the hydroelectric project as well as the province’s plans to implement fracking at the expense of the environment and despite possible health concerns for the people of Newfoundland and Labrador. Jon drove up in a bulldozer and told us to get our “hippy asses out of sight” or we would “be sorry.” We said we weren’t moving at which point he accused us of being ‘ “fracking” idiots’ for opposing such infrastructure developments. However, instead of trading verbal blows with him I decided to be the bigger person. I sang him a single song. It touched him on such a deep and profound level that from that day forward he changed his ways and never looked back. And that song went a little something like this: Link.