… is a failure to communicate.
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I look at mountaintop removal as this giant beast with teeth that can grind boulders into valley fill. I look at all the grassroots and the environmental groups as a bunch of bees swarming the beasts head. As long as the beast can keep swatting them away he can go about his business of destruction. He only needs to buy small parcels of time in order for him to complete his mission. After that, the bees be damned - he has done what he came to do.
I think all the little bees need to turn into the queen bee from hell and sting King Coal right in the buttocks. Sit him on the ground and decide how or if we will let him go. Personally - I’d lock him up in the hottest cell in hell and throw the key into the hottest pit simply on moral grounds alone.
I’m probably going to piss off some allies here but I have this extraordinarily bad habit of speaking my thoughts. I think all the groups need to get together, pat each other on the back for being right - because you are right - and then join forces and put a stop to the madness.
I hear crap from the friends of coal all the time. It’s no wonder they have a strong following - they are in your face. I think it is time to be in their face. Let’s get it together people - literally.
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Every time I mention or think about the friends of coal I think about the literal meaning.
Let’s say I’m a lump of coal and I have a friend. First I’m going to introduce myself to my friend. Well after they take the mountain off of me with explosives and disturb where I have been resting for eons. Then this big machine comes in and puts me in the back of another big machine with a whole bunch of other lumps of coal. I wonder if they have a friend to.
I haven’t got to meet my friend yet. They say I am going to take a bath so maybe we will meet once I am clean. Well… now I’m clean and they are putting me in this big box with wheels on rails. There are tons more lumps here - surely some of them have friends. I wonder what my friend looks like. We are heading to where they say we will do wonders for our friends.
I talk through the night with the other lumps of coal. A couple think they met their friend once but wasn’t sure. One of them was stepped on and the other was picked up off the floor and tossed back into the crusher. By morning, I was hoping not to meet my friend.
We arrived at our destination and told we were going to be sacrificed for the good of our friends. We were going to be supplying them with lights in which to see.
I hoped for my friend until the last minute. I never did get to meet them. The good thing - they will never truly get rid of me. I’ll always be here in some form. One of these days - I will have the last laugh and my friends will wish they had left me in the ground.
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Friends of Coal Mining would be more accurate. Friends of Mountaintop Removal would be dead on the money.
