As I write, Greta Thunberg is touching down in Edmonton. There is another group planning a truck convoy in counter-protest. I shake my head at both of them. This is what we’ve come to? Shrieking at our elders and driving our big rigs up and down the streets? I get it. We don’t live in a perfect world. Jesus hasn’t come back yet so we have to fight and struggle through the muck and the mire. But when it comes to oil and gas, we don’t just disagree. We dehumanize. I sometimes get the impression that working in almost any other field would be a more socially acceptable way of feeding my kids.