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Now that the anonymous CCA trolls have outed me, guess I may
as well come clean.
In my recent story titled “Cui bono?,” I
inadvertently revealed my deep, dark secret: I want to turn Charlestown into
Cranston. And
the anonymous CCA trolls, ever at the ready, quickly called me out on it.
As if.
As flattering as it is to think that I and I alone have the
power to single-handedly turn sleepy little Charlestown into the bustling and
vibrant metropolis that topped
last year’s GoLocalProv.com rankings of RI cities and towns, there surely
has to be an easier way than to go to bat against the all-powerful Planning
Commission and probably pretty much every other resident of Charlestown.
Like, say, living in
Cranston.
After all, why reinvent what already exists?
But apparently, in the very literal-minded, black-and-white
CCA universe, only two possibilities exist for any question, one each at either extreme end of the spectrum: Either we give all
of Charlestown over to the grasshopper
sparrows, or we pave it all. Merely questioning CCA orthodoxy on any
subject immediately and forever brands you as an Evil Developer Who Wants to Pave Over All
of Charlestown and Destroy Life as We Know It.
Silly me for asking questions instead of just swallowing the
CCA’s predigested answers. Guess I’m weird that way; I like to investigate the
facts and draw my own conclusions. That gets the CCA’s collective panties in a
wad.
Oops, is that another “incredibly vulgar attack”?
