I lived in a camp 45 minutes North of Ft. Mac for about three months. I worked at a job site called Fort Hills. I have always felt really embarrassed about having worked here. I hated seeing all the destruction and waste up there, but mostly I hated the fact that everyone was just doing it for one thing: money. Money that doesn't even stay in Canada, because it's pretty much all owned by foreign countries. I stole ideas from Andrew Nikiforuk's book Tar Sands and Kim Stanley Robinson's book Red Mars.
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We had it all and we gave it all away. For what? Quick cash and temp. jobs? We sat idly by and watched a town become more black than the tar it sat on. There's plenty left for everyone, until there's nothing left. I'm sure there's other countries to infest. How long will it take us to realize the forest won't grow back? That was was buried beneath the Earth was far less valuable than anything on top of it? When our children look out on this land destroyed all they'll see are our own faces. Please tell me you don't want to be remembered this way.
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