Don't Expect a Response

To David Koch: Will You Be My Guest in Arkansas?

Charles and David Koch own my rights, and it cost them a few hundred dollars. Now, I'm asking the Koch brothers to come be my guest.
For the 30 years I've lived on South Penn Road in West Crossett, Arkansas, there has been a rotten odor hurting my friends, family and neighbors. It corrodes metal, and you can smell it everywhere on my street. I firmly believe, and have been told by doctors, that it's giving my community cancer. It drifts across town and is odorous outside our local Chamber of Commerce 2.5 miles away on Main Street.
The Koch brothers' Georgia-Pacific years ago paid neighbors on other streets to move away. They got out of here on Georgia-Pacific's dime, but the company opted to settle with us on the cheap, we learned later. We trusted them, needed the money and now we've been left behind and left to suffer alone. We cannot access a recourse for our health ailments and property damage, which stems from the chemicals that spew from the Koch brothers' mill and engulf my community.
The best recourse I have is appealing to the Koch brothers personally. David Koch is a cancer survivor and donates millions to fight cancer.
David, if you're reading this, I want to be your host at 401 South Penn Road. Come stay with me for one day, seven days, I don't care. We can camp out, and you can smell what I smell. My wife and I will cook for you. I make great pork chops. For breakfast, whatever you want- or I can whip up some grits and eggs. Whatever you like. You're my guest.
It'd be my hope we can have some time to go for a walk. You can see for yourself- the fog- and smell for yourself- the rotten air- that I live with every day.

Mr. Bowie is a far better human than me.  I would not extend an invitation to the Koch Bros even if it is to stick their nose into their own crap.

Mr. Bowie - don't expect the bros to take you up on your kind offer.