Dear Mr Cheney,
Please allow me to introduce myself, if it not be too
unconventional that you should find yourself adjudge to the mere vocable of a
humble frog. While I may not yet have been awarded an honorary doctorate of
amphibious letters and neither have I found myself on the Olympic synchronised
diving team, nevertheless, here on behalf of the ordinary every day frog, I
write you beseeching answers and a way forwards. A little background if you
will, my name is Herget Bogert, part Australian and just a tad-polish, into
hip-hop, French flies, a good ribbeting story, tad spot of Croak-ette and all while
sporting my very favourite knitted jumpsuit and open toad sandal ensemble,
where occasion sees fit.
I write to you on behalf of many thousands upon thousands Mr
Cheney, fracked off and rather fed up with gas. Oh, for surely it is true, yes,
some fool really did let one rip in the pond and I’m not talkin’ bout me or any
of my fellow frogship sisters and brothers either. Let’s talk about this warts
and all, for a dark shadow of sickness plagues the waterways and when dusk
falls night upon night, moon to moon and hence forth you will hear my froggers
croak their harrowed chorus and yet there are less and less of us to be
heard. And why...? Poisoned by a
cocktail of chemicals pumped into fractured rock beneath our homes.
It’s well known, in frog law casting back millennia, as I pond-ificate on the ancient scripts of Frogastotle, most of our oil was formed during an extreme global greenhouse effect millions of years ago and in a rush to burn the fossilized sunlight of our past, surely we must take note and not ribbit the events of a by- gone era. We say.... More lili-pads, less helli-pads. We say.... that renewable energy does not pillage the past and destroy our future. Your practices of fracking making millions now, billions in fact..but where are we going to spend it in the future? It must be recognised that the road you are travelling will inevitably end the way this story began....a world of climactic extremes, dying oceans, a sick world, where biodiversity becomes less and less diverse. You are burning what are essentially fossils, dead and gone and buried histories when our future lies with the sun and the wind and the rain.
I come to you Mr Cheney, hopin’ for change and adamant that
no frog of mine shall be silenced by a confidentiality clause as laid down by
the self interested pursuits of petro dollars. Us amphibians were the first of
all land animals, don’t let us be the first to go. Why this lil’ lady wants a
frock not a frack.
Sincerely,
Ms. Herget. Bogert (frackless and furious)
