To the editor:
I will admittedly show my age by referencing the 1985 Wendy's commercial where the elderly lady patron excitedly asked "Where's the beef!?"
Her inquiry was in response to the promises of hefty beef content in the sandwiches which never materialized.
If that elderly lady existed today, we could air drop her into the Ohio Valley to ask: "Where's the boomtown!?" About a year ago, I wrote about all the false promises made by the fracking industry and was derided by some commenters who argued that I was jumping the gun. They said "wait a year and it will all develop - it will be great." ("Promise of good jobs a sham," June 10.)
OK - Now I'm back asking the same questions. While I don't live there any more, I have plenty of close relatives and friends who do and everyone tells me the same thing: "The promises were empty ones." Most of the few scarce fracking jobs are low-level with contractual positions with no benefits that last only a few months.
Many migrant workers are trucked to the valley monthly instead of hiring local men and women and paying union wages. In exchange for a few bucks, the land is being pillaged, poisoned and defaced - not a wise bargain.
The Ohio Valley leaders should have demanded guaranteed work force status in exchange for letting the money mongers of Texas and Louisiana run roughshod through the valley. Instead, they accepted empty promises and still operate as shills for the oil and gas companies. Bogus articles tout exciting news about the boomtowns yet to come, promising "it will be great - just wait ... and wait ... and wait."
As Clint Eastwood would say: "Don't urinate down my back and tell me its raining." Oh yeah - That elderly lady and I?am still "looking for the beef!"