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LETTER TO THE EDITOR | Buying a pig in a poke in Coupeville
In his Nov. 3 blog, even Joe Kunzler, an OLF proponent, concludes that the 2002 jet noise notice is basically a whitewash that has been duping folks into buying a pig in a poke. Keeping in mind that the duped total way more than a few outliers, he suggests that the county roll back its current cover up and go back to its 1992-2001 notice. Joe is letting his conscience show, but he needs to understand that notice wasn’t much more than another whitewash with a different tint.
Noise is just one of the problems swept under the county carpet. Airport safety experts will soon have more unhappy news for the county and folks living under the OLF jet shadow. And where in that 1992 notice is the explanation of jet fuel dumping practices around the OLF? Is that of no consequence to residents, crops, wildlife, and marine biota?
Waving a quarter-century-old generic “noise flag” will not suffice today. A responsible 2013 notice needs to actually inform buyers about the specific risks and how tremendously their lives will be affected. All the health, safety, and quality of life risks need to be delineated with research sources one can go to for more information, which is certainly not the county.
Given the expanding profile of the OLF brouhaha, corresponding growth of awareness is emerging. Is the buying population already looking elsewhere to live? How long before buyers are reduced to those who remain uninformed and dupable, those looking for a steal of a deal, and the small group that loves jets or find masochistic pleasure in what they glorify as patriotic sacrifice.
The county, reflecting unsurprising myopia in bowing to greed interests, has put itself into a catch-22. The notice they adopted as cover is becoming recognized as the canard it is, and yet if they change the notice now, it may be seen as an admission of culpability and stupidity.
Poor county: what to do? Best choice: step up to the plate and fix it without the room-obscuring Havana cigar smoke of the past, and let the chips fall where they may.
Worst choice: Continue to be frozen in fear.