Bury the wires, not the pipes
Oddly impractical, the rules of commerce during the holidays. Although I could have (and didn’t) joined the lines to purchase an oversized TV, my trip to get more coffee ended up against a locked door. Back-to-back holidays in the bean trade. Tomorrow, at the earliest. The bin isn’t empty, yet, but my getting out of bed early has taken on a new urgency.
Last evening, with more eye pain than usual, I decided to bed down early. And sleep through, for an additional round of the clock. Mustn’t allow that to happen again for, oh, another year or so.
This evening, I’m returning to important tasks. Backing up the hard drive. I’m the first to tell others about the risks, and near the end of the queue when it comes to actually committing the evening of watching and waiting. Too much data? No doubt.
I listened to the minister of Natural Resources trying to explain the need for more oil, all the time. Could he be paid by industrial interests as well as the taxpayer? If someone (that means you and you and you and me) doesn’t retire the current gang of thieves, there will be nothing moving but oil, nation wide.
In certain parts of the country, the lights are still out. Five days and counting. Don’t try and tell me that the “more oil” policy would change any of this. We’ve a need for more wires, not more pipelines. If you must bury something, get busy with hydro infrastructure. There: my wish for the new year.
