To the Conservatives whose parents thought I was a Communist but bought my albums anyway: Did your parents take you camping in the wilderness? Do you remember the sun slowly warming you in your sleeping bag? The smell of bacon sizzling in a skillet over a morning campfire? Your first sighting of a deer in the shining grass? Well, I hope you enjoy the stench of crude oil with its tang of kerosene-soaked rotten eggs. And I hope you welcome the earsplitting grind and crack of the earth-shattering drill. Because it’s not only the indigenous who are losing their wilderness, their sacred land, it is your parents, too. And it is me. And it is you.
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