Family

I’m sure I am the last person anyone would want to take seriously, especially after so many years blogging about my blistery marathon feet and fantastic date night martini sex with Chef. (Which, by the way, is way more fun than blogging about gas drilling.) It’s only been three months, but I can hardly remember my life before gas drilling consumed my every moment. Since gas took over I have been a shattered shell of myself, trying to make my world go around by defending my property while I still maintain a sense of normalcy for my family. I don’t always succeed.

For months I have given you “Good Guys” the power to take away my happiness, my laughter, my sport and my joy for life. I have given you the power to take attention away from my daughter, my husband and the people who mean the most to me. You Good Guys are all greedy, egotistical, shallow and sick remnants of humanity and the pain you are inflicting on my family cannot be forgotten. It will hurt forever.

Your poison is near odorless, colorless and so hard to detect that most people choose not to believe your tainted ways – because believing would mean abandoning their homes and the livelihood they worked so hard to attain. Why would anyone want to believe this horror story? Sadly, they will all have to soon. Horror = Reality in Argyle and Bartonville.

On Monday I turned 40. FORTY – and instead of a party, fancy jewelry, or a bikini body – do you know what I asked for? Clean water, clean air and a non-radioactive Donkey boy. I had to settle for a few martinis, a bottle of Goldeneye Pinot Noir, and a new 800-foot zoom camera lens. (Now I can take closer and totally legal pictures of you dirty drilling bastards.) It’s the simple things in life that count.

The dishonest actions you Good Guys have chosen hurt many innocent people. When you Good Guy Drillers are exposed in Argyle and Bartonville, these towns will become the most scandalous Ghost Town extravaganza of stories ever documented in US history. We’ve reached the point of no return, because what you’ve done can’t be fixed – you cannot give back the water you’ve contaminated, the trees you’ve cut down, the ecosystem you’ve destroyed or the healthy children you are killing. And you know you are, because I recognize your shame.

I honestly hope you can find your own way in love, life and family and see what you are doing to our community. Because what you are doing is consciously killing us and I hope you can see this and stop it and help us – because I’d like to believe I have it in my heart to forgive the worst.

Sincerely,

Runner Susan

P.S. Thanks for the birthday bubble bath, but you can can turn it off now.