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Excuse me?

Guillermo Bandonill Jr. writes in his column, Circumstantially Factual, in this week's Midland Courier:

"The talk of global warming has everyone at the tip of their sensitivities. With the unpredictability of the seasons, brought about by the sudden change of weather conditions, the world is truly alarmed at the rate the environment is being disturbed by man-made activities. Yet, despite the advent of climate change, there remain some pristine areas in this part of the world, which, so far, have remained undisturbed and unaffected by the phenomena of global warming. One such place is the Ambuclao dam located in the municipality of Bokod, Benguet."

There's more. This one's the clincher: "It is a place where nature truly preserved itself from the destructive actions of man."

Ummm, what part of "global" does he not understand? And what part of the history of Benguet in particular and the history of dams in general has he conveniently glossed over?

Ano say mo Nash, bibigyan mo ba ito ng Promil Baby Award?

Comments

The Nashman said…
Ain't that guy old? doesn't he know that dams are the most destructive of the non-fossil fuel based power generators?

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