01-04-2021, 03:55 PM
So now the Department of Land and Natural Resources thugs want to cut off public access to the new, Goddess-built beach at Isaac Hale Park?
Just because some Honolulu hodads haven't figured out that lava flows cause regional subsidence, plans are now underway to futilely dredge the former Pohoiki Boat Ramp. Those of us who actually launched boats there remember how frequently large storms would wash rocks onto the road and the park would be closed until a County crew could come clean it up. Berms eight-foot tall made out of storm debris had been bulldozed along the makai side of the launching area.
But heck, rocks are heavy. And entire lava flows weigh so much the earth's crust gets scrunched down. Now high tides cover the catwalk boats used to tie up to. If a channel were to be opened every four-foot wave will flood the parking lot, the first overhead south swell will wash the Hale Lua Trust house right off its foundation, and the only new black sand beach we're allowed to visit will become as legally inaccessible as the spectacular ones at Kapoho.
And the ocean specialists at Limtiaco Consulting have been hired by the DLNR to ram this through without even a Environmental Assessment? If those kooks try to blindly bulldoze the last home break in Puna into oblivion, they're going to run into an epic backwash. The Pohoiki dawn patrol will build a barricade out of longboards and empty beer kegs to block off the road. Homies will defend their right to surf with potato cannons and water-balloon slings. A veritable city of driftwood cabanas with palm frond roofs will be occupied on the sand. Rolly-polly DLNR officers brandishing citation I-Pads will be chased off at skegpoint buy octogenarian Protectors. There will be bonfires on the beach every night where effigies of prominent Oahu bureaucrats and consultants will be burned. The two luxury lifeguard stands will be repurposed into a surf school and ding repair shop. Dick Dale and the Deltones will blast on repeat over our 8-track tape decks throughout the night. Celebrities and impressionable grommets will tattoo our slogan -- SURFERS AGAINST STUPIDITY -- across their chests in Old English caps. A documentary, titled The Endless Sit-In, will be produced by an award-winning cinematographer. Kelly Slater and Jack Johnson will Like us on Facebook. Jan & Dean will reunite for a benefit concert. And on moonless midnights the no-longer-fabled Night Marchers will make a Congo line through our cap while we beat our bongos to the rhythm of their ancient sharkskin drums.
And once ho`oponopono finally occurs, what will we learn? That the State environmental review process really does work when you let it.
Cowabunga, Dudes!
Just because some Honolulu hodads haven't figured out that lava flows cause regional subsidence, plans are now underway to futilely dredge the former Pohoiki Boat Ramp. Those of us who actually launched boats there remember how frequently large storms would wash rocks onto the road and the park would be closed until a County crew could come clean it up. Berms eight-foot tall made out of storm debris had been bulldozed along the makai side of the launching area.
But heck, rocks are heavy. And entire lava flows weigh so much the earth's crust gets scrunched down. Now high tides cover the catwalk boats used to tie up to. If a channel were to be opened every four-foot wave will flood the parking lot, the first overhead south swell will wash the Hale Lua Trust house right off its foundation, and the only new black sand beach we're allowed to visit will become as legally inaccessible as the spectacular ones at Kapoho.
And the ocean specialists at Limtiaco Consulting have been hired by the DLNR to ram this through without even a Environmental Assessment? If those kooks try to blindly bulldoze the last home break in Puna into oblivion, they're going to run into an epic backwash. The Pohoiki dawn patrol will build a barricade out of longboards and empty beer kegs to block off the road. Homies will defend their right to surf with potato cannons and water-balloon slings. A veritable city of driftwood cabanas with palm frond roofs will be occupied on the sand. Rolly-polly DLNR officers brandishing citation I-Pads will be chased off at skegpoint buy octogenarian Protectors. There will be bonfires on the beach every night where effigies of prominent Oahu bureaucrats and consultants will be burned. The two luxury lifeguard stands will be repurposed into a surf school and ding repair shop. Dick Dale and the Deltones will blast on repeat over our 8-track tape decks throughout the night. Celebrities and impressionable grommets will tattoo our slogan -- SURFERS AGAINST STUPIDITY -- across their chests in Old English caps. A documentary, titled The Endless Sit-In, will be produced by an award-winning cinematographer. Kelly Slater and Jack Johnson will Like us on Facebook. Jan & Dean will reunite for a benefit concert. And on moonless midnights the no-longer-fabled Night Marchers will make a Congo line through our cap while we beat our bongos to the rhythm of their ancient sharkskin drums.
And once ho`oponopono finally occurs, what will we learn? That the State environmental review process really does work when you let it.
Cowabunga, Dudes!