*Testosterone fueled post to follow. If that is not your thing, I suggest skipping to the pretty photos below.*

I am angry and I am pissed.

When that happens, I turn to my “angry music” playlist to help me get through. So truth be told, the only music I’m listening to right now is “Pissed Off’s Greatest Hits”.

One of the songs on constant loop is “Rooster” by Alice in Chains. Like so many other songs of the “grunge” era (to which I fully subscribed) it is a slow moving, heavy and “sludgy” tune that takes a while to build up, but when it does, it delivers.

While lyrically it tells the tale of a Vietnam vet, I have selfishly adopted it as my theme song for the fight against the PennEast pipeline. Just a few lyrical samples:

Ain’t found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere

Here they come to snuff the rooster, aww yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain’t gonna die

They spit on me in my home land

Am I being melodramatic? I don’t care.

The song lifts me up, gives me the strength to keep up the fight and allows me to puff out my chest with pride.

True story … this morning I walked out into the thriving and somewhat frigid fall garden with only a t-shirt and shorts on. The iPod was all set up and I hit “play”. It felt goofy as hell at first but then it kicked in.

I was the “Rooster” as I paced my backyard.

Everyone I’ve met over the last few months is the “Rooster”.

The single mother who stood up to the trespassing surveyors was the “Rooster”.

The guy who has spent countless hours researching the non-viability of this natural gas pipeline is the “Rooster”.

Shit, my wife is the frickin “Rooster”.

Since I’m acting all boastful at the moment, here is this “Rooster’s” garden that is looking all sorts of awesome at the moment:

And just to throw it in their face even more, I purchased a bunch of bulbs I plan on getting in the ground the next few days.

This gardener ain’t gonna die.

We’ll get to NIMBY in just a moment.

We were recently interviewed by NJ.com about our dealings with the potential PennEast pipeline.

You can read the article here.

My wife and I were both happy with the results of the article as it fairly portrayed the plight from our specific perspective. We were nothing but honest. Yet as I’ve learned over the past few months, you never know how these types of interviews will pan out in the media so you have to remain skeptical. This one worked out OK.

Aside:

I cannot say enough about the support we’ve received from friends and family who’ve already shared this article or offered up kind words along the way. People at work have stopped by with a thumbs up. Strangers from across the globe have encouraged us to keep up the fight. Say what you want about social media, but it has been an incredible opportunity to connect with those under similar circumstances. United we stand.

Aside over.

I understand that exploring reader comments associated with an article can be an exercise in maddening futility. It is a slippery slope trying to reason with someone whose sole purpose is to troll you. Everyone is a tough guy or a know-it-all when debating on the WWW and to engage them is generally a waste of your time.

But I did it with our article … and I’m glad I did.

Here is the comment that lead me to some true introspection:

Witch CC (And I bet that isn’t your real name you silly goose) said: “NIMBY, but others no problem.”

Oh that NIMBY. The go-to argument for the pro-pipeline/pro-fracking contingent.

Not

In

My

Back

Yard

NIMBY is a tough one. If we are honest with ourselves, we suffer from the NIMBY mindset on a daily basis, often without being conscious of it.

“I’m glad ‘blank’ didn’t happen here. Oh well, time to buy more junk on Amazon.com”.

“Those poor people living in ‘blank’. Let me check the DVR again.”

“There was an accident where? Oh good, it won’t delay my commute into the office.”

Is this a reality of life? I guess depressingly so. If we didn’t apply NIMBY we would be paralyzed with concern and fear 24 hours a day.

It hurt to type that last sentence.

When we learned that our property was going to be directly impacted by the “proposed” (a word that gives me fits now, BTW) PennEast pipeline, you bet your ass I was all NIMBY. I never felt more nimbified in my entire life. You want to come take my land, against my will, all in the name of greed? It’s about to get all NIMBY up in here.

An attack against my land is a direct attack against my family. This is where I raised both of my kids, where I taught my son how to catch a baseball. This is where my dog roamed free and chased the rabbits. This is where I planted trees in the name of literally settling down our roots. I picked this land for a reason and you are now fucking with my family.

Will my kids ever wander into the backyard again? Worse than that, will we drink the water out of our well ever again? I need to put “No Trespassing” signs on my lawn, why? Is my largest financial investment in serious jeopardy?

How can you not view something like this from a purely personal point of view? It’s not like they provide you with a fair warning ahead of time. Gently soothe you into it all. It felt like survival, not merely as an inconvenience as it is sold to the public. You return the gut punch with a gut punch of your own, only you have no frickin idea where to throw that punch. Utter chaos.

But then the NIMBY feeling slowly starts to lessen. Or I should say the NIMBY feeling changes course. It just takes some legitimate amount of time to settle in and realize what and who you are contending with. That initial shock subsides as you fortunately, or unfortunately, realize you are not alone. NIMBY people meet other NIMBY people and then meet former NIMBY people and things start to change.

“Not in my backyard” morphs into “Not in my neighbor’s backyard either” and into “Not in my community” and eventually into “Not at all”. If I had to come up with a cute little catch phrase, I’d call it BIFTS:

Bad

Idea

From

The

Start

We are unfortunate to be in the beast’s path but this issue is bigger than us. This is about pursuing more sustainable and cleaner sources of energy. This is about respecting our environment and appreciating what we have been granted, not to mention paid to preserve. This is about fighting against the abuse of eminent domain by a private company in the name of the almighty dollar. This is about logically looking at the project and realizing, maybe it makes no sense at all.

We’ve shared our story not for your sympathy. I can say that with 100% honesty. We want to get the word out on how easily this can happen to ALL of you. Stay aware, ask questions and don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty.

This is transforming us as a family. It has been stressful and unnerving but we’ve become significantly less nimbific. We hope to carry that ideal with us well beyond when this pipeline is inevitably shot down.

That is ultimately the message we want to convey.

Thank you Witch CC.

It’s 1:07 AM and I can’t sleep.

Again.

This has become the norm for the past two months so I’m used to it by now. Eventually the body will shut itself down even if the mind doesn’t follow suit. A few hours later, I’ll wake up, roll out of bed in a fog, groan and try to recall if I actually went ten rounds with Tyson while I was sleeping. Because my body sure feels like it. Part of it may be the fact that I’m 43 and not the young buck I used to be. The other part, well, I have you to blame.

The threat (and I use the term intentionally) of your PennEast pipeline is slowly and effectively ripping through the heart of everyone in my family. The uncertainty of our future is the only topic of conversation in our home right now. 

Quick aside – this is where I should probably tell you that your proposed natural gas pipeline is due to cut directly through our backyard. And by backyard, I mean in front of the kids playground. Go ahead and look it up, 1 Bellis Lane, Kingwood, NJ. Got it? Good, because you’ll need that as reference for the remainder of this letter.

My daughter has asked me numerous times how someone can waltz right in, seize our land (not to mention destroy her swing set) without us having any means to fight it. I have tried like hell to frame a response that she could comprehend but I’m failing miserably. Any advice on what I can tell her? I tried your statement of “we don’t go through backyards” but for some reason, it didn’t resonate. She suggested we call the police, which broke my heart, but I told her they were actually too busy tracking down another one of your surveying companies who was trespassing.

As each day passes, my parenting skills are eroding. I’m half hearing what the kids are saying and I have no ability to shield them from my emotions. And while they are young and involved in young kid things, they feel it. They get it. They want mom and dad’s attention and admittedly, they aren’t getting it right now.

I am an avid gardener and garden writer and you’ve killed all of my spirit on that front. I can’t bear to set foot outside and dream of what we are potentially in for the next few years. Gardening is all about patience, future planning and the joys of watching it all unfold. It is why I purchased my large park-like lot ten years ago.

You’ve forever destroyed that vision.

In some ways, I want to commend you for allowing my kids to be exposed to one of life’s most important tenets – Greed always wins. Because that is what it is and you know it. It didn’t take long for us to get up to speed …

Actually, one more aside before I proceed.

Quick aside #2 – we were first notified of the July re-route in late August. We were provided with a whole 23 days to come to grips with what was going on, educate ourselves on all things gas pipelines and provide our input to FERC.

Seems fair, three weeks to deal with a life changing event.

I’m not looking to argue renewable energy vs fossil fuels, not only because I’m no expert, but because if I do I know I’ll immediately be labeled as “one of those environmental crazies”. Silly and crazy people who care about the environment, what a bunch of nut jobs, eh? They can take their valid concerns and shove it, right?

While we are on that topic, I’ve read that your PR person likes to refer to the naysayers as a “minor contingent” that does not fairly represent the majority who are clearly in favor of your pipeline. Now I have only been at this for two months or so now (have I mentioned that already?), but I think it is safe to say that the majority are not “in favor”, but uneducated as to the details of the project.

Just in my township alone, I’ve had to make people aware that NONE of the gas will be used by anyone along the route. That PennEast, as a private company, can claim eminent domain and grab a nice chunk of your property (and it does not equal #retirement by the way). And that you can dig a nice swath through our preserved lands we have funded as tax payers.

I then like to inform them that many of us, my township included, live in what has been labeled as an “arsenic hotspot” which of course terrifies us all when it comes to our personal wells. When they learn that this is no amateur analysis, but the analysis of one Dr. Tullis Onstott, Princeton University, they are drawn in. And you know why they listen, because we ALL have personal wells we rely on for our drinking water.  

Fortunately for you, your application to FERC already covered this. You’ve indicated that there will be “no construction within 150 feet of any wells”.

Hold on … I literally had to pause before typing that last sentence. I could not stop laughing. That is a good one.

I know someone who can refute that statement in 2 seconds …

Yours truly.

Our well is less than 25 feet from your designated “construction zone” and close to 75 feet from the pipeline center. Not to mention the construction zone is 2 feet off of our deck.

Once word spread about this complete well misjudgment (my guess is that your consultants were out of Red Bull and having already missed two deadlines, really had to rush this in) at least a dozen other landowners were quickly identified as being in the same predicament.

Throw in the fact that you intend to use Class 2 pipe rather than the Class 4 pipe your partners lobbied for and I’ve really pulled the uninformed in. Clearly the lives of country folk ain’t as important. They love that one.

So me thinks if you were to be upfront and honest and you know, actually attempted to talk to all of the citizens along the pipeline route, your suggested “vocal minority” would be much larger. But I guess I can’t blame you because working as a clandestine operation has clearly worked in the past and your buddies at FERC let it all pass through without a hint of oversight. I’d probably put in a  minimal amount of effort as well.

I just realized that the emotions I’ve felt while writing this letter mirror the emotions we’ve all felt since we’ve heard of your little pipeline project.

We’re tired from owning the burden, as lay people, to show why we not only don’t want your pipeline, but the facts behind why we do not need it. 

We’re angry from the realization of how this all works. Call me naïve, but I thought my government had my back. I thought they would actually hold you to a standard that all other companies are held to.

We’re scared to look into the future to see where this all ends. We know the values of our homes will reduce dramatically (and I read your horrific assessment in the application so spare me the retort). “Hey want to buy my house, oh don’t worry about the “kill zone” label.”

We’re concerned because we know we’ll need to test our wells weekly. Drinking water will never feel safe.

Rinse and repeat.

Thank you in advance for taking the time out to read this letter.

I look forward to your rebuttal.

John Markowski