Exit Chorus
So stands the realm upon a knife’s keen edge,
To choose the path of profit or of guard.
The pipeline’s tale, like all in mortal hands,
Shall end in glory—or in grievous scar.

Enter The Youth (aside)
“Two voices pull: one toward the gilded purse,
The other toward the silent ancient stone.
I fear our heirs shall judge us harsh or kind,
For what we build, or what we dare destroy.”

Enter The Merchant
“Markets do cry! The east hath hunger fierce.
If we delay, the treasure shifts away.
Best seize the hour, lest fortune flee our hands.”

Enter The Elder of the First Peoples
“Think not the land a beast for endless yoke.
These hills, these tides, are not thine to command.
The whale, the salmon, sing within their streams,
And if thou wound’st them with thy blackened flood,
What shall thy children eat, or drink, or breathe?”

Enter The Crown’s Minister
“Full coffers make a kingdom strong and sure.
What fort we build, what school we raise,
Must lean upon the sinews of the earth.
If we deny the pipeline’s noble course,
Our foes abroad will feast whilst we grow lean.”

Alberta keeps boo-hooing as though they are getting the short end of the stick. DS is all about it. When/how will this be resolved? Maybe a referendum is the answer. That Pollara poll referenced shows that a strong majority of Albertans want to stay part of Canada.