Fear of chem­i­cal sprays

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion -

YES­TER­DAY, driv­ing out on to our stretch of the Childers Rd, it all was clear. For right along our 220m frontage all the road­side grass had turned the yel­low brown from be­ing sprayed. From the smell, it was not Glyphos­phate/ Roundup, which has lit­tle smell. It must be some­thing like 2-4D which lingers in the air for days and is a broadleaf weed killer. It is vi­cious and scares the pants off me. More so th­ese days be­cause 20 months ago I had my blad­der and prostate re­moved be­cause of an ag­gres­sive can­cer. Blad­der can­cer is at­trib­uted to “chem­i­cals”. I now live by the three-monthly on­col­ogy test and wait an­other year to get over the three-year hump to be rea­son­ably con­fi­dent of last­ing five. So at 73 you can understand my con­tempt for those 30-, 40- and 50-year-old al­pha types who con­sider bot­tom lines and bud­gets and ef­fi­ciency ahead of com­mu­nity well­be­ing and health and peace of mind. May their socks rot.

N Ven­ters Bund­aberg

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