Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden
Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years.
Bettejo is a regular opinion writer in the Garden Island news
and is the author of the famed novella, "The Scam."
Her latest fiction"Children of extinction"is now released and available on Amazon!
Bettejo has a gift of mingling
the present, the past, and the future.
I know they're not our favorite servants, public or otherwise. I've known bedmakers who would serve their office better. Certainly we all know they should have a better grasp managing money. If we managed our budget as they manage theirs, we'd all be broke. Sadly, many are, but I don't think they should blame politicians for that. I know who--or what--they should blame but I don't want to start a fight.
Think about this? No matter what our politicians do, seems like half the people in the country, in the state, in the county, disapprove. Bad. Can we assume fifty percent approve? Good.
We rarely hear from they who approve, but we hear a constant stream of invective from those who disapprove. Some people like bike paths. Some people don't. Some people want super ferries. Some people don't. Most people don't want higher taxes but everybody wants more, better, and faster public services. Fancy new high-tech garbage trucks? Oh boy! Where to dump the stuff? Not in my backyard? That's a 100% downer.
Everyone complains about the roads. Repair mine. Don't repair his. Then we complain about the inconvenience we experience when the roads are under repair. Lihue is a maze most of us rats get lost in. Noise. Detours. Traffic jam ups and, quite often, a wrong turn--arrows, flag offs--sends us skittering off a hundred and eighty degrees south of that place we wanted to reach.
A restaurant? The Mall? A public potty? A parking spot within walking distance of it? (That's any place less than ten steps from the spot on which we wanted to land.)
Some answers: bring a book. You can read it in stopped up traffic jams. A sandwich. Munch. Munch. A bottle of water. Slurp. Slurp. A road map. Note paper and a pen. Write a letter to TGI about stupid politicians who do stupid things and inconvenience the hell out of us. Complain. Stomp your feet. Cross your arms. Scowl. Got cell phone? Yell at the innocent in a government office who answers the phone.
|Bettejo breaking bread and|
discussing life with her friend
and mentor, Richard Dawkins.
So what's this got to do with greening?
Well, I love the green roundabouts. I love all the greened up strips beside the road. I love to see work men planting something. Watering something. 'Course all this green stuff costs green stuff. Some guys want to spend it. Some guys don't.
I got a'idea. Plant citrus. Local oranges are delicious--and the scent of orange blossoms!! --everybody loves good smells. Beats carbon dioxide. Picking them when ripe would create government jobs and income. Buy homegrown food--good food, healthy food--from government road side stands.
Maybe we could plant some long green stuff. Sugar cane. Tall grass. So gorgeous. So generously, sweetly, cleansing the air we breath. Such a marvelous living historical reminder of the wonderful island we once were. Don't recommend burning. Machete it--more jobs-- let it grow back all by itself.
Thank you Mayor Carvalho.
|Mayor Carvalho and Obama Da Dog!|
Yes, Thank you Mayor for being here
for all of us!