I remember watching the mines down Interstate 19 transform the beautiful mountains into the barren, lifeless, bizarre, moonlike landscapes we enjoy down there today. Now we have yet another (foreign) company plucking down their millions for the right to another of our precious finite resources: the irreplaceable beauty that is Rosemont Canyon. And what for? So a few already rich men can get even richer. So a few people can have good-paying jobs for 50 or 60 years.
It doesn't matter how many trees are planted once the job is done: That land and its wildlife will never be the same. The very best reclamation scenario is that visually, there may be a hint of the old canyon that looks kind of the same. The bottom line is it will be like looking at the "new" Joan Rivers and saying she looks exactly like the "old" Joan Rivers. Unless someone told you it was her, you'd never know it.
Hoffman commiserates with poor Yoram Levy, who made $16 million by shuffling papers and dickering over God's land, sacred oak trees and the blessed creatures who live among them, unaware that their radiant home is being sold into terror and oblivion by organisms who never leave their fancy offices--organisms incapable of love.
I first came to Tucson in 1993 and soon found it to be a bad place to be broke. The only thing that saved me from madness or worse was having the sanctuary of the Santa Ritas and its surrounding desert. I camped in or near the Rosemont Valley dozens of times. It's a dreamlike land of blue and gold twilight, wise and loving oaks, and junipers that glow in the dark--a land of peace.
Ironically, one of the best ways to see the Santa Ritas is from the copper mines to the west of Interstate 19. Drive south on Mission Road, and watch the mountains grow to the left. When you get to the "T" at Duval Mine Road, you can see the entire range in its glory. Listen to it: "We are here. We are love."
Hulking around you are the sterile mounds of mined-out hills that Augusta (and Hoffman) wants to duplicate. So much for Hoffman's obscene "cleaner and safer" operation. It's clean, because it's dead.
Hoffman mentions "wealth creation." You can just see him salivating while he wrote that, but it's bullshit. You don't "create" wealth without destroying the real wealth. To hell with Hoffman and his snotty "just-a-thought" manipulation of decent people's minds. I wonder how much Augusta is paying him for his "just a thought," or is he only hoping for a pat on the back--or even a job?
Hoffman's thoughts are the devil's thoughts.
God bless Ray Carroll, Raúl Grijalva and Gabrielle Giffords for fighting this obscenity. As for the rest: Taxpayers need to have a showdown with all elected "servants" to call their hand. If they can't say, "No mine!" then it means they're looking for kickbacks. Something else: There's a thing called eminent domain, wherein the county or state has the power to expropriate any private property for the good of the people.
I had been concerned that I would only see a handful of people and was delighted to see the lobby overflowing! It was inspiring to see so many people actively responding. I'm also thankful, because it introduced me to the Board of Supervisors and their process. The board seems to include very reasonable people who care deeply about Tucson/Pima County. The experience was very reassuring, and I'm glad I was able to be a part of it.
Despite repeated pleas by members and leaders of the GLBT community and numerous explanations that stories like the one she "reported" can cause a rise in hate crimes, Waddell chose to put her ridiculous "exposé" on the air anyway. Her repeated inference that gay men are lurking in park bathrooms, ready to jump out and expose themselves to young children, painted a dark image of the gay community. But then, I guess the prospect of a few more television viewers was more important than the safety and well-being of homosexual men in our community.
When he panned Infamous (Now Showing at Home, Jan. 25), I had to endure his shriveled-up prose. I try to overlook ineptitude, because I know how hard it must be wilting under the shadow of the great, big, dangling cock of James DiGiovanna, but enough is enough.
Toby Jones gave a nuanced, humorous portrayal of bitch Capote finally getting his comeuppance by playing with the big boy, Daniel Craig. Infamous was spot-on with its portrayal of inbred Kansas folks besotted with a celebrity, and its malicious handling of New York society. What exactly are Grimm's qualifications? Has he sucked Rob Lowe's cock? I have. Has he seen Tom Cruise nude at a Turkish bath? I have. Has he French-kissed John Travolta? I have.
Grimm, go to Hollywood, and pimp yourself out, then come back to Tucson, and you'll be a better man and a better reviewer, you cock-sucking closet case.
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