I would be surprised if any of those elected official are not beholden to the corporations that line the Corpus Christi Port. Like all good lapdogs, they may shake their heads no to let people think that they are putting up a fight, but give them a week or two, and they will go to their masters with their tails tucked between their legs. They will vote to add thousands of dollars to residents’ taxes to appease their masters.
Corpus Christi’s City Council now faces a grim choice: defy Abbott and risk losing state money, or saddle taxpayers with $1.2 billion in debt to serve petrochemical giants like Exxon Mobil and Saudi Basic Industries.
That choice — industry or neighbors — will soon confront communities across Texas. And billionaires are waiting to profit.
It is not just Corpus Christi; many of the smaller surrounding towns have done the same thing, sold their souls to the devils, the billionaires.
Here is another article about the stupid people by the sea.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is one of my favorite poems.
“Water, water everywhere” is the beginning of a famous line from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, which continues, “nor any drop to drink”. The phrase describes a literal situation of being surrounded by undrinkable water (like salty ocean water) while suffering from dehydration. It is also used metaphorically to represent being surrounded by an abundance of something desirable that you cannot access or benefit from
If you want to hear the poem, here it is.
My sons and I are on top of the Harbor Bridge, Corpus Christi, Texas.
