Yes, this is private land, and they have the right to do whatever they want. But if they find an investor to develop this open-pit copper/molybdenum mine, they will need adjacent Forest Service lands. Augusta's option includes 13,000 acres of mining claims, and those 21 square miles would be used for the waste dumps and tailings. Although past attempts to mine there have failed, with the price of copper doubling in the past few years, and the price of molybdenum up 10-fold, what might have been economically unfeasible in the past might be viable today.
While these activities are on private land, there is little we can do. But if the mine does move forward onto the surrounding Forest Service lands, that's when we, as owners of these public lands, will have our say. There will be air, water, light and noise pollution. So, what do you say: Do we want this mine in the Santa Rita Mountains?
Lainie Levick
I doubt that Tucson Water could afford a well 19 miles deep. Did Mr. Beaudry pay for this?
I would love to learn more about how this works. What's left of the water after it is heated to 1,000 degrees Celsius? How do they remove the iron, magnesium, aluminum, etc., that the water encounters in the mantle?
Donna Moulton
Yes, a trip from Houghton Road and Catalina Highway to Swan and Sunrise roads is about three miles longer using the existing thoroughfares than the two-lane roads that a Snyder Road bridge would utilize. To save three miles, they would spend tens of millions.
Maybe they can get the feds to pay for this, along with the Alaskan $250 million bridge serving 50 people. Otherwise, this represents yet another waste of limited resources.
Patrick Murphy
Please pass on my congratulations to Mr. Freeman.
Peter Wild
Schaffer perfectly exemplifies the nullity of progressive politics. Politeness is wasted, to say the least, on the soulless bastards who run this wretched racket by which 5 percent of the world's population forcefully (through bases infesting the world) extracts 50 percent of the world's resources so the corporate cream of the crap may enjoy a grotesque Babylonian lifestyle of ceaseless self-indulgence.
To get anything from these really realistic replicants, they must be threatened with the loss of everything. The high incidence of fragging during the Vietnam War helped convince America's "leadershit" that they faced losing a war or losing their armed forces. They chose the former, and that particular crime ended. Unfortunately, our rulers are serial killers, obviously immune to any appeal to conscience.
Far from having seen it all, Joe Bernick sees precious little. Otherwise, he'd know anarchists are hardly a new movement, but agitated for the eight-hour day, women's liberation and sexual freedom well more than 100 years ago, winning significant victories precisely through autonomous and spontaneous tactics docile, compliant organizers always find offensive.
Those tactics--not the stale, ritual impotence of nonviolent demonstrations--point the way forward.
Dan Todd
To the writer of that letter, and to any Weekly reader who might agree with him, I hate to break the news to you, but businesses are started and operated by ... people.
Some of those people may be indulging in such behavior right in your own neighborhood. And some of them may even be card-carrying ... materialists.
But their materialistic pursuits do lead to some good things. I'm talking about things like jobs being created, goods and services being purchased and sold, and taxes being paid.
Martha Retallick
What a sad jolt to open up the Nov. 10 edition to find that Chris Limberis had died. I worked with him at the Star, although not closely. He was in news; I was in sports. But I was well aware of his work and the quality of it.
One day, he complimented me on a story I'd done about a Tucson teenager who had developed considerable skill with cutting horses. Chris' praise meant a lot to me, and I never forgot that he took the time to offer a word of encouragement.
Tucson is a lesser place without him, and journalism has lost a fine practitioner of a difficult craft.
Ron Somers