“The Last Resort”, Molalla Style (for “LG”)

I got another tart message from “LG” today wondering “If you hate it so much here why don’t you move…?”

My first impulse was to say “If you hate reading this blog so much why do you subscribe?”.

But LG’s question goes to a deeper problem: The idea that there is always somewhere new to run to, a new “paradise” to colonize and ultimately ruin. It’s time to take a hard-line stand, LG. For me, at least, it’s time to fight for what I love.  For the last 4 years and counting, that fight is against the most irresponsible, scoff law, public money wasting place I have ever seen: The City of Molalla.

My personal “paradise”  has been threatened over and over by a greedy, self-serving band of good ole boys who think they rule Molalla. Guess what? It looks like the tide is turning. And I, for one, won’t back down.

“Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught ’em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought ’em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea.”..

In the case of Molalla, not only did they rape the land (and count their money), they raped the tax payers, using public monies to try to foist off idiotic, scoff law “plans” that won’t ever be adopted by the County or the State. That’s MY MONEY and YOUR MONEY wasted – and still being wasted on reams of paper and lawyers and salary for the most incompetent FAKE PLANNER on earth. And, apparently, since he is “in charge” of the “staff” fiasco, Molalla also has the most incompetent city manager on earth as well.

That’s OBSCENE AND THAT’S ABUSIVE. I hope that every word of every Molalla bashing blog and newspaper comment is widely read. How to stop the outrage? Simple! Just withdraw the NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN urban reserve proposal and contract planning to the County.

And then chronic gadflies might be able to go back to tending their land, enjoying their woods, riding their horses, playing with their dogs, cooking their food, and watching the sun rise and set over the gorgeous prime farm and forest lands around Molalla.

“Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here…”

Let’s make that clear: There is no “new frontier”, we’re stuck with the land and the planet and the limited resources we have left. There’s no running away. There are only two sides: people who accept the need for limits for the good of all people (sustainable practices!) so there is something left for future generations – and those who don’t.

Maybe there is an ironic reason the County posted Molalla’s idiotic “urban reserve plans” at the bottom of a page with links to sustainable County code revisions. That’s a pretty funny compare and contrast: my County working to implement ever more sustainable practices followed by Molalla’s “crazy” 2,400 acre “need” that makes it look like a feudal village from hell that never heard of peak oil or the need for compact growth.

I wish it was funny – but it’s not. It’s ugly, wasteful and disrespectful to every hard-working person who made the mistake of “investing” in property in the city limits. Molalla had years of good, free advice on how to plan correctly – and Molalla’s good ole boys refused to see the writing on the wall. Now the message should be spray painted in neon on them because GROWTH IS OVER.

I’ll make it my life long mission, if necessary, to ensure that greedy, sleazy, scoff law good ole boys and their propped up by NEPOTISM yes men – like Atkins and Potter – will NEVER, EVER be the deciders of the “grand design” for our valuable rural resource lands. Their CHEAP AND UGLY “development” inside the city limits makes anyone passing through cringe. They have made Molalla the laughing-stock of state planning.

I work hard to make certain the spotlight will continue to shine brightly on Molalla’s BAD PLANNING and GREED. My message to the “outside world” is clear: Molalla is a mess and don’t invest there.

“We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God…”

I never bought the baloney that any “god” told us it was ok to trash the planet to “satisfy our endless needs”. That’s especially true for the Molalla’s good ole boys’ apparently “endless needs” to trash resources in the name of making money for a select few at the expense of everyone else. Not on my watch – no more Molalla good ole boy windfalls at the expense of the public good or the environment!

“God” and public service must be separate in a democracy. I don’t care how many prayers or preachers the Mayor of Molalla plays around with. His shitty public policy record is all that matters: his “we built houses” (without an eye to balanced, quality of life development of roads, parks, and modern waste water disposal),  his “we’ll have the lowest (or no!) SDCs”, and his nepotism based “mayor’s choice” appointments will all leave a legacy of urban decay for decades. Thank him and his short-sighted vision, his outrageous, wasteful focus on “helping” get land into the city and his nepotism for the lack of funds for parks, roads, and sewers. Thank him for Molalla’s lowest of the low property values.

Without quality of life features (obtained by a city willing to charge realistic SDCs and ACCOUNT FOR THEM) a city sinks to the bottom the fastest in the current buyers real estate market. Let’s see the prayer circles pray their way out of urban decay – let’s see  prayers bring in family wage jobs – let’s see the prayers provide road repairs, land for parks for NW Molalla – let’s see prayers correct the tanking economy – let’s see prayers restore the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PUBLIC FUNDS WASTED ON SCOFF LAW PLANNING!

Oh! And since I moved here 20 years ago to enjoy a nearby swim in the Molalla River – let’s see prayers GET THE POO POO WATER PIPE OUT OF THE MOLALLA RIVER.

Let’s see PROGRESS. And let’s see progress defined as realistic baby steps – not the over-reaching, grandiose 50 year urban reserve bullshit or the 33 million dollar nutty, never going to happen parks plan (and did you just see that flying white elephant go by?). Those side shows just take the focus off the piles of right now Molalla problems, the tanking budget, and the REALLY REALLY BIG PLANNING DEFICIT!

“And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it’s like up there

They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye…”

So, LG, I took a piece of ruined land that no one around Molalla wanted and put 20 years of heart and soul into restoration. I made my PARADISE ON EARTH. I’m not going ANYWHERE. I LOVE the rural lands of Oregon, I LOVE the vast majority of local people I meet but:

I HATE THE MISUSE OF PUBLIC MONIES AND I HATE WHAT CHEAP “STUFF IT IN” BAD PLANNING HAS DONE TO THE CITY OF MOLALLA.

It’s easy as pie to stop the Molalla bashing: just fire Potter, get professional County contract planning and withdraw the urban reserve proposal. Join the 21st Century.

The crap city can’t fix A POTHOLE: how does it think anyone believes it could manage to find funds to grow the borders? How does it think it can afford the VERY PROLONGED FIGHT that would ensue if it ever tried to impact PRIME EFU FARMLAND?

Believe me, there are very professional, very skilled non-profit lawyers waiting in the wings to fight a long and bitter battle against Molalla plannin’ – can Molalla afford that fight?

Let’s hear your answers, LG, you need your own rah-rah blog and we’ll continue the battle of the words!

Maybe that blog could be called “Head in the Sand Apologist”? Maybe you can write that you enjoy seeing lies told, nepotism protected, resources polluted, accounting jumbled and infrastructure crumbling before our eyes – while the “little guys” go broke paying taxes to keep an incompetent boob making the big bucks planning abject worthless nonsense? Go for it – free speech awaits, wordpress is easy to access.

People who act out of principle, out of belief in the vital need for public transparency and accountability and out of love for protecting what’s left of the environment aren’t going anywhere. We’re going to work tirelessly to tell the truth about public waste and invoke every roadblock to any extension of bad cheap planning. Molalla has done enough BAD CHEAP PLANNING to last for  decades – and I’m already laughing, watching as that BAD CHEAP PLANNING bites back in the form of those tanking real estate values.

I’ll keep enjoying the sunset from my treasured, award-winning rural wildlife habitat paradise. I’m not out to make a killing or to exploit anything. I’m planted for good. I’ll enjoy the amazing local community that is loosely bound by a love for the rural lifestyle. I’m out to stop the City of Molalla madness so it doesn’t steal anyone else’s money or quality of life.

I’ll NEVER kiss my treasured investment and hard work goodbye.

I’m in the fight for the long run: because this is our LAST RESORT.

THE LAST RESORT

She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea

She heard about a place people were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all,
what it’s like up there
And they called it paradise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught ’em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought ’em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming”
Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here

We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it’s like up there
They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye

(The Eagles)

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