Keep Your Politics Under Your Hat

Talking politics can lead to some very heated discussions. Where I live people are learning to keep their politics under their hats because revealing too much can make life miserable.

Yesterday, I discovered that there is a proposed gravel pit going to be developed pretty much bordering my property. I can't tell you how disgusted this makes me. Right now there is the nicest piece of crown land next to us, that is an excellent corridor for wildlife. Deer abound there and coyotes live there and bears bumble around in that forest as well as a world of insects and plants, that we take for granted because it is too small for us to really see. What pi--es me off is that some bureaucrat in southern B.C., who has never seen this area, will get to make the decision about whether or not to turn this lovely forest that so many people enjoy, into a wasteland. I hate the thought of walking out on my deck and having to listen to heavy equipment roaring around tearing up the pathways that I walk daily. Serenity of the individual is crap in the eyes of the government. Their idea is, lets rape and pillage whatever we can in the North because a few live there and they don't count. Their votes don't matter enough to worry.

It is infuriating to be faced with this mindset in our government and in society. What's sad is that not all of us choose to live in the concrete barrens of cities. I know that will shock all those who read this and who believe that Gucci bags and Ikea stores are the only fulfilling things on the face of the planet. But those of us who wake each morning to the sounds of birds and surrounded by green, who enjoy looking at hoar frost forming on branches of trees, those of us who cherish our waterways and gladly watch the fish swimming beneath the surface of the water, do not appreciate the continual disregard for our way of life. I am sick of threatened dams, threatened oil wells, threatened gravel pits, and spoiled nature. There is nowhere left for those of us who want a simpler life.

The worse thing is that anyone who tries to fight back can't have a say without looking like a s--t disturber. I actually think that the poor fellow who is bombing the pipelines over around Dawson Creek is a sad case of a voice with no sound. I can only imagine the frustration that person is feeling to bring him to the point where he had no other choice but to take such drastic action. Having said that paranoia abounds. I wonder who will read this and think, ah ha, she's a sympathizer. But do you know what. I am!

Most people around here are tired of fighting for a little peace. We don't want these horrible nature destroyers in our back yards. HH is a small town and there is plenty of room for gravel pits and the like without bumping right up against people's dwellings. Home is supposed to be a haven. But heavy equipment ruins it and that is what Hubby and I face. Keep your politics under your hat? Not this time. No way!