Sunday, January 15, 2006

In the Cave: Knew

Now the School for Boys is closing. Remember the days when Nova Scotia politicians used to traipse around by private helicopter all the time? Sandy Point has had a government presence, for the purposes of employment, or occupation of the early government reserve lands since prior to Confederation. Since the times of the Acadians, prior to the times of Loyalist migrations. To the right entrepreneurs, Shelburne remains a free port opportunity. Still undeveloped. Halifax just does not suit the character of oil rigs and derricks.
It was always a requirement for its growth, since that never happened, prevented during the era of British Bounty. Such a capitalist philosophy is one of many potential “cool business” draws. Brand Shelburne a free port, as were the earliest intentions of the settlement of the place, and see what kind of growth could take place, as a trans-shipment zone, at the head of traffic from America to Europe and vice versa. Two hundred and fifty years late, is still better late than never. If VEN-REZ is still there, then why did they stay?
A few Japanese/Korean clients might build such infrastructure, with the right conditions. Consider their presence as the harbourmaster approach. They measure their profits by the tonne and the mile. So do many of the residents of Shelburne. The scale of development would be determined by the kinds of businesses that chose to set up there. They appreciate their fish more, alive. Instead of paying business taxes, their payments would go into an infrastructure account, with port development fees, funneled back into the local construction sector, perhaps even an export liquid natural gas reserve terminal. Oland had such a vessel on his sideboard. But such facilities draw a number of other uses.
Reserve maintenance in a duty free port, with strictest environmental controls, would be a good brand image builder for many panamax organizations, and many multinational companies that seek to level competitive advantages. Their routes should give more advantage to residents of ports of call. Such transparency would be a boon to the control of trans-traffickers. If one company is able to process orders through salient trading/distribution areas prior to resale, or prior to reserve credit of products, such a free-port zone would serve the interests better for logistics than a break bond/ cash or carry structure, as is the current case with many receiving terminals on the eastern seaboard.
Such a development would serve the interests of many local communities and might reverse a negative population growth trend in the County of Shelburne. By far, it remains the quickest catchment’s port on the eastern seaboard which remains undeveloped in such a world-class facility of transshipment, and reserves. The art of sailor’s respites and a middle of the road port, which makes for an easier home. Delivery times do vary. Business inventory does at times require stock over-run, and carrying capacity. Shelburne has much to offer in such a requirement. As it has in the past which was on a smaller scale. Halfway from two of the largest bulk markets on earth. In the middle in the year of the monkey.
The provincial government, of course, would see the interest rates on its bad debts secured by the rising value of its reserve lands in the area of the port. As would the Federal Reserve lands. The statues in place may currently be observed as pre-colonial in some regards, with a predisposition to what one could call the “Kharg Island” effect. A wholesale distribution centre of home electronics. A few casinos, cedar bungalows on the shores. Think bargain basement at old Simpson Sears. A stimulation of business can often result in business growth. It’s an idea. Put most of Canada’s military deployments on such points. Consider the prices at the PX Store. Consider some of the enormous cost savings, in shipments alone. Delivery and deployment. We still have a national obligation to NORAD and NATO. But instead, declare neutrality, and deploy only in U.N. sanctioned obligations. It is not too late to garner a little of what Switzerland has self-determined. If not sovereignty, then garner for Canada a new political autonomy.
Take a little of the initiative to market the blessings of our natural harbours, and amenities. Sell our kind of infrastructure, peace-keeping, and community rebuilding skills. To the U.N. which should have signing bonuses, and bills to be paid for peace-keeping services. The Americans did not fight WWII for free. For which we should profit from our closeness to our allied neighbours. Training their forces to a battle ready standard. Not only in trade surplus, but in meeting supply and demand for other international shippers, buyers, and sellers. This is the kind of Canada that could market itself well, in areas of trade, commerce, and peace keeping. How many free-ports does Canada not already possess? Now consider the rapid development of many third world economies. Now consider what options are left for the residents of Shelburne County. It might certainly grab a title: “Make-Over of the Centuries”. And why are we not getting all our book-binding done in India? Would literally give millions work, we would need fewer and fewer automated equipments with the affordability of semiskilled labourers around the world.
But our free trade port would be a training area. A sort of apprentices program for less skilled, less wealthy immigrant applicants, who possess the enthusiasm, but perhaps not the language skills, or technical training. I believe in a classless, egalitarian society, the purpose and the strength of our national unity, may be based on the willingness to improve one’s own lot, first. Sometimes that can be defined in the more dignified forms of poverty known in many parts of the undeveloped world. Theirs is often the poverty of resources. Is ours not the wealth of them? When we consider the struggles of our long lines of ancestors, back to the slums, back to the religious intolerances, are hearts yet remain with them.


Coming back, from here to year, from year to hear.
The cuckoo in the mountaintops,
the azaleas in bloom upon every craggy path.
My burro and I tread, the hills soft of Madekeri,
The Shivas, and the hanumans of Hampi’s monkey peaks.

The fears and spites of Venkatesharma? Certainly the jewels!

From right to left, the world turns, the arenas of our youthful ages.
The fire temples of our Caucasus, are we the wolf pat in the mud?
Or the bear’s claw of Armenia? What left this world in Turkey?
A meeting of cultures, lines, and traditions.
Mindsets open to new learning.

Like the blooms of lotus upon Nokso-am,
we are the gentle flowers of greater intellects?
Our humanness alone in the universe?
Does it matter? Even the great leaders once
Traveled, the Iranian sands, our nobles, shells.

These common travels. These roads and neighbours, are they mine?
There was beauty in a tangle, rabbits can run, and owls can hunt, apple trees grow among the birches, for many miles.

Baxter’s Harbour Ballad, yes, that’s not my land but I call the place home.
The trials of our forests, too few know the tale, they took the best away and left the rest. There was left some here for forage, and the soils of the ground take their toils and sweeten ours. Why cut them down? By now, should our paper not come from shredded plastics?I do not want to fear my tools. To be taught by experience, a demonstration of common sense, or spare wisdom. Trusting my teachers. As they grow tall, their pride is in the maintenance of human principles. That what I hone is a place for family, for children, and for peace.

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