Stormy forecast for Earth’s Day
Recycle cans, plant a tree in front of the orphanage, use a hemp bag for your local farmers co-op organic produce. Most of all pray to the Earth goddess to mobilize her minions of wood nymphs and engage corporate greed and hyper-consumerism on the front lines of the Appalachian Mountains. It is there that the largest block of intact forest in the eastern united states is under an assault reminiscent of the 19th century logging pillage. 100 years of forest recovery is being radically converted to an industrial, fossil fuel-producing, post-apocalyptic landscape of gas wells, pipelines, and access roads. Only thing missing is Mel Gibson driving a fuel tanker while pursued by Mohawk-wearing outlaw bikers.
Two years into the invasion, the ancillary damage is already starting to show. The sword of Damocles has fallen yet most people are blinded by the jeweled handle. Like the proverbial story of Jed Clampet shootin’ at some food and “up from the ground comes a bubbling crude”, wave hundreds of thousands of dollars and a new pick-up at large landowners and an army of ENTS could not stop the resulting devastation.
Read and weep. Not for Cabot Oil who are just the tip of the iceberg, weep for the sinking ship and the loss of the last, largest unbroken section of eastern forest. Makes the threat of sloburban sprawl pale in comparison. Some positive news? Well, it does takes that pseudo-intellectual, nostalgic sympathy for the extirpated eastern native American tribes and turns it into a tangible, gut-wrenching understanding. If you know the land, you can feel what they felt when the European locust hoard cut, burned, and plowed. Nothing has changed and nothing will change. Not until there is a radical paradigm shift in the fundamental operational gestalt.
I think I’ll go take over the recycling later today, that should cheer me up.
Happy Earth Day.