What started the whole thing was a weird radio segment where the guests on the broadcast were raising shrill concerns over the increasing privatization of global water supplies. Something about historical wars being waged over precious resources by countries vying to control them, but now, since corporations have quietly bought up the rights to key water sources, the fight's a legal one people can't even imagine how to wage, much less win. So now the Cistern thinks it's gonna become slave to some wholly owned subsidiary, conscripted into service, rented back to the family it onced shared itself with for some usurous ungodly fee.
See? That's just my point: getting all worked up over this is just plain un-American. We've nothing to fear from these guys. They're us, after all, right? They'd not gain control of natural resources needed to sustain life and commerce and leverage it just to wring another buck from their brothers, would they? Besides, we still have the right to bear arms. Regardless of the fact that it wouldn't be that kind of fight. And there'd be no place to take said fight even if it was.
Our elected officials and public utility commissions have not been entirely asleep at the switch, either. Have they? No one company on American soil can own and arbitrarily administer an aquifer essential to the well-being of farms and families in one of the most agriculturally rich places in our country, right? That's just crazy talk. Meant to scare folks (and sweaty water jars). They're not gonna fool me. I know those folks simply own the pistachio empire. I'm cool with that. The rest, well I'll just ignore that.
All this fear is un-American, so I smudged a smile on the cistern, loaded up my favorite mug with fresh ice cubes and enjoyed myself a nice long draught. Water wars. Crazy. No sugar and poppy plants, on the other hand... But we don't trade much in those, do we?
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