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Remember The Poison Chemicals Dumped in West Virginia?

Remember the company that poisoned the drinking water of hundreds of thousands of West Virginians?  Maybe you do, maybe you don’t–at the time, the media was a lot more focused on Justin Beiber’s throwing eggs at his neighbors’ house than at a clusterfuck some have called the worst man-made natural disaster in the past hundred years.  But it did happen:

http://www.cnn.com/2014/01/09/us/west-virginia-contaminated-water/

And now that company has begun bankruptcy proceedings that may ultimately allow them to emerge on the other side unscathed–and their victims uncompensated.  Remember that?

http://thinkprogress.org/climate/2014/01/22/3182911/freedom-industries-bankruptcy-bad-news/

Their chemicals are at my house now.  Really.  I wish I was joking; I really do.

http://triblive.com/news/armstrong/5548605-74/coal-chemical-rosebud

But I’m not.

The news came out today that Freedom Industries has moved the remaining material to a facility about ten minutes from my house–not in the watershed that provides my drinking water, thank the gods, but I wouldn’t be happy if my community pulled it’s water from the Crooked Creek-Kiskiminetas-Allegheny River watershed.  Better be safe and put a few gallons up on the shelf, folks.

Freedom–that operates locally as Rosebud Mining (a proudly non-Union mine)–brought that crap here after regulators nixed some of their other facilities for being just as dangerous as the run-down, outdated set-up that spilled into the river upstream from Charleston, WV.  Now that stuff is upriver from a million Westsylvanians.

http://triblive.com/news/adminpage/5576127-74/armstrong-casey-chemical

Nice.

And of course we can trust them to take care of things, right?  To not be sneaky slimeballs who, if an accident should happen, will stand up and do their duty to take responsibility.  Ah, yeh–sure.  Whatever.

http://thinkprogress.org/climate/2014/02/07/3264951/freedom-conflict/

Sigh.

By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

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