Friday, July 27, 2007

John Edwards Won't Shut Up

"They want to shut me up!" yells John Edwards.


Heeheehee.

Are "they" the same people who want to limit some Democratic candidates' access to debates?
'Cause John, that would make "they," "you."

Moron.

La Entrada & the Trans-Texas Corridor

Why must we continue to give away our land?

We've got the Trans-Texas Corridor, a giveaway to foreign corporations that Governor "Goodhair" Perry thinks will be the answer to our transportation woes. I've got a question for all of you: How many governors does it take to screw Texans?

Just one, apparently.

It's bad enough that TTC is going to take State-owned roads and gift them to a Spanish corporation to charge tolls. What makes it even worse is that our elected officials are, at the same time, attempting to turn our Greate State into a pass-through for interstate (and international) commerce. Small towns will be chewed up and spit out by this lumbering monster, and some of our Texas heritage is going to fall into obscurity.

Can we stand by and let it happen? I'm not. Go to www.corridorwatch.org, and do something, anything to show your displeasure with the way our Governor is giving our roads away.


In the meantime, go check out www.stopthetrucks.org as well. It's an organization started by concerned citizens in the Big Bend region who are attempting to make their voices heard. See, La Entrada (not officially the same as TTC, but bad enough) will make the tourist destinations around Big Bend into waypoints. Nothing more than milemarkers for cut-rate Mexican truckers to judge how much farther they have to go before they get to Dallas, or Kansas City, or Chicago, or wherever their uninspected, unsafe semis happen to be taking them.

The pollution, crime, and loss of tourism dollars will literally kill these beautiful little towns. Rick Perry's not going to Alpine anytime soon. Heck, he's probably never even been there. What do the fatcats in Austin care about little ol' West Texas anyway? Not a bit.

And they're not going to, either, until those of us who do care start screaming at the top of our lungs.