…which has probably burned about 128 dinosaur-fossil’s of coal and dammed a further 3 rivers in Northern Ontario to fuel my hydro consumption.
Somewhere someone has revoked my hippie card.
And there is now a place reserved for me in that special part of hell where the oilsands company presidents are usually sent.
I remain unrepentant.
The rivulets of sweat are no longer cascading into my shorts.