Monday, July 16, 2018

It Is Time

And by any means necessary.

FATHER - - - father. The sleeper has awakened.



Saturday, October 11, 2014

Uh, oh

Looks like my peaceful retirement is about to come to an abrupt end.
I feel sorry for those PennEast pipeline people. 



Saturday, February 8, 2014

Corbett Back-Doors DRBC

Hey, if they won't allow fracking, he'll take away their money. That seems to be our Governor's latest ploy to get the DRBC to loosen up and approve a wholesale fracking free-for-all in the Delaware River basin.
From the article:

DRBC Deputy Executive Director Bob Tudor said he was surprised by the cuts and feels the agency has been singled out. Corbett’s budget proposal keeps funding flat for two other watershed commissions in the Chesapeake Bay and the Susquehanna River basin.

“Sometimes if there aren’t votes on key policy issues the way the governors can make their positions known is through the budget process,” Tudor said.

Well, we all know Tom Corbett's response to anyone who opposes his position on fracking, or pretty much anything else he does.

Bend over, baby.



Friday, December 13, 2013

Dear DE(E)Pers: I Feel Your Pain

First: I appreciate everyone’s concern. I’m fine. As a matter of fact, I’m better than fine. I’ve been to mystic faraway places at every level of my being, and my bucket list has grown wings.  
Second: I hear ya – Loud and Clear. I am as stunned and disgusted as you are at the recent appointment of a fracking criminal justice lawyer to occupy the top spot at the DE(E)P. As much as I loved Rachel Carson and everything she did, it pains me to no end to see a building named in her honor so dishonored by recent events. E. Christopher Abruzzo is not qualified to lead the DE(E)P, and everyone knows it, including him. 

And finally: It’s only going to get worse. Trust me on that one.

As far as suggestions? Start leaking anything that could damage the good name – no, I’ll stop there and start over. Start leaking anything and everything that would bring to the light of day what you say is going on there to the media. If you want my recommendation: I and some fellow Renegades trust Laura Legere. Forget DG - and that’s based upon personal experience. Laura will dig deeper than anyone out there. Plus, she's kinda cute.

To my former co-workers: The further I get away from my days at the RCB, the less I want to hear anything from anyone about the absolute sad state of affairs – business or personal – at 400 Market Street. I miss you all, and I still love you all like brothers and sisters, but I did my time and for as long as I have left, I’m grazing in greener pastures. That’s figuratively, of course.

My opinion?  Take them all down.

In closing for today: To those that have walked with me and know me well, you will soon see the absolute wisdom of decisions made long ago in the haze of bygone days. Imagine the possibility that I knew then what I know now. Think about it.   



Saturday, August 24, 2013

SRBC to Meet in Binghamton: 19 September

The next quarterly meeting of the Susquehanna River Basin Commission will be held on September 19th in Binghamton, NY.
There is strength in numbers. There is strength in silence.
Hopefully, the twain shall meet in Binghamton on September 19th.

I shall arrive there.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Standing Tall: F/U TransCanada

I'm hoping a significant percentage of those who frequently stop by weren't too shocked by the recent revelations about the good old U.S. of A. spying on its own citizens.  No surprise here. None.

My hats off to Edward Snowden for having the brass to blow the whistle on Big Brother. As the mainstream media's feeding frenzy continues to expand, it should be very interesting to watch our backpedalling and bungling bureaucrats put their damage control machinery into high gear.

And, sadly, many will believe what these clowns have to say. Let me guess: "It's for your own protection" - more or less.

Moving forward, as times and things progress, or regress as it were, expect to read more blogs and stories like this one about a landowner's fight against BIG OIL.

As I stated in my previous post, many out there understand it's only a matter of time before someone hits the wrong button on the wrong person. And as BIG OIL continues to wiz all over hard working Americans while our leaders elected officials cowards do nothing but look the other way and claim their hands are tied, crossing that line is truly inevitable.

Truthfully - I will be even less shocked when that unfortunate eventuality hits the wires. Saddened? Yes. But surprised? Hell no. Eavesdropping on private citizens is one thing. Silencing them is a whole new ballgame. Can't happen in 21st century America? Wait.

Looking at the photo on the Stand Tall blog of the TransCanada worker behind the video camera, I was oddly reminded of this scene from Saving Private Ryan.

Stand Tall, Julia.



Monday, May 20, 2013

Prologue: The Impending ShaleStürm

To set the stage, spend a few minutes reading this article.

Then, if you will, imagine this chimerical screenplay.

- Act I -

Sometime down the road, a well-dressed young man knocks on a door somewhere in a still-rural suburb of a major American city underlain by a largely untapped gas-bearing shale formation. After satisfactorily identifying himself as a landman and employee of a major gas drilling company, the elderly homeowner allows him in, takes him to the kitchen table, and deftly directs him to a specific chair. The recently-widowered and heirless gentleman seats himself at the far end.  

After a few polite exchanges, the landman launches into a lengthy and drone-like sales pitch about all the natural gas beneath this region waiting to be tapped, and how all of this will be good for the nation's economy, environmentally safe, facilitate America's energy independence for decades to follow, and insure the financial future of the homeowner's family. The landman then states that all of the homeowner's neighbors have committed to signing leases and bluntly closes with, parroting a quote from the article linked above -

 "Drilling here is a done deal. You can’t do anything about it."
For more than a few seconds, the homeowner stares dispassionately at the young man's face while slowly placing his hands out of view below the table. Then, as if he's rehearsed the words a thousand times, he slowly and deliberately says - "Son, you say I can't do anything about this. That I am not in a position to decide what happens to this property;  property that my family has owned and treasured and passed down through many generations. I disagree. Do you have your boss's phone number or your next of kin's phone number programmed into your cell phone?"
After a few uncomfortable seconds pass, the landman responds - "Yes. Why?"
"Because although I'd hoped today would never come, I've been preparing for this moment for years. I know you're just doing your job, but I think it's only fair that I allow you one phone call.  Someone needs to know that you've decided to stay with me for awhile. You and your industry need to better understand what this land means to people like me, and what we'll do to protect it." 

"Please give me your phone."
  - Intermission -
I'm sure you recall Kari Matsko's closing words in the article referenced at the launch of this little and fictional vignette, but on the outside chance you don't - 
“All it’s going to take is for the energy companies to pick on the wrong person.”
Her words, not mine.  Far-fetched, you say? 
Sometime, somewhere, someone. Everything meticulously orchestrated well in advance. In fact -  years.
 “Will you step into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;"