Dear Portland
Hi there, it’s Vancouver. I just want to let you know...well...l really like you. I lay awake at night and think of you. So close in distance and head space; but so different at the same time... You are what I want to be! Portland you make me a better person. You have a food truck scene that I try to emulate – one way to instantly build hipster cred is the ability to buy a taco from a food truck and you guys got that covered!
You have cheap, quality beer all over the friggin’ place, I think the whole city is naked as there is so much burlesque on the go, a massive bookstore, and no sales tax. I’m happy to copy you for now…I’m getting there. I get a little tired of being compared to you all the time, but I still think you’re really neat. I think I love you. Wanna grab a coffee?
Hugs and kisses,
Vancouver
Kinder Morgan, your days are numbered
Do not underestimate the power of this protest over the drilling dispute on Burnaby Mountain. This mini-conflict may seem like a mere "tempest in a teacup" in comparison to the major scheme-of-things, but… is it?
I have heard plenty of debates regarding this particular incident, for and against. And I've also heard it expressed that a protest, in and of itself, does not mean all that much, so statistics show...supposedly.
Nothing happens in and of itself; one way or other there are connections. In the long-run, perhaps, it doesn't really matter. Good or bad, right or wrong, any issue is never pure "white" or pure "black". What truly matters is what IS!
Kinder Morgan, you seem to have your head buried in the tarsands! So do some other corporations and bureaucracies, and some individuals, so you are not alone in this metaphoric image.
But I don’t believe it! I believe you realize that the writing is on the wall for the fossil fuel industry, but you continue to push anyway, because, either you don't know what else to do, or you think that, just maybe, you can do things in some kind of good and right way in order to squeeze out that last bit of available revenue.
In and of itself, this little survey and drilling operation you needed to carry out for your pipeline proposal is no big deal…supposedly.
However, you are treading on people's toes, one way or another, and a lot of people do not like that.
That physical protest is the mere tip of an iceberg. It's the thing that shows itself. But underneath it, watch out! You do know what the 'tip of the iceberg' encompasses, I'm sure!
It’s too bad that you can’t do much about this warning. There is too much at stake for you. And it's sad. Because a whole lot more hullabaloo is in store. Your "ship" or whatever it is you are attempting to navigate is just possibly going too fast to be able to miss that iceberg. Unfortunately, like Enbridge's Gateway proposal, you just will have to find out the hard way.
I would be totally surprised if the National Energy Board didn’t approve your pipeline proposal. But it doesn't really matter either. I will bet you, Kinder Morgan, $100 that your new pipeline will not ever go through here, or anywhere else on the Canadian West Coast. You will end-up like Enbridge's Gateway project, almost fossilized in itself, caught in limbo and battling an endless number of things, things that will never be solved.
I'm sure that my bet will not be a financial hardship to your seemingly bottomless pit of money. Besides, by the time all this rigmarole is over, I might be dead and buried myself, so…in and of itself, this is one thing you really don't have to worry about.
Although oil will always remain useful and needed, the time is here and now when there is going to be no more real demand for your fossil-fuel product as an energy source.
This situation is like looking at a star – you see it as it was many, many years in the past, but in the actual present, that star may no longer be in existence.
– Frances Dietz
Seriously, WTF. . .
To the person who persists in “dog-pooping” the interior of the 24 newspaper box at Comox and Chilco Streets: I’d love to meet your mother so I could convey to her what a filthy, disgusting, and useless piece of human detritus she brought into this world (YOU, you cretin!).
– Comox St. Resident
