There are certain things you wouldn't do in the furtherance of your corporate overlord's pursuit of the almighty dollar, we assume. Well, more than likely your limits will be tested, too. Maybe not tomorrow, or the next day. But soon enough. You see, the monster lurking in American's bright future, and in Tucson's as well, is the old principle that success breeds success.
More jobs mean more people, and more people mean more jobs.
Never mind that the jobs are mostly low-paying and that the housing for all those additional people is cheap and sure to be tomorrow's slums. More cops to train and hire. We've also got more stupid pygmy owls to kill and ancient, though pointless, ironwood forests to knock down. Because, when all is said and done, mankind is the measure of all things. And in today's world, a man's profit is the ultimate measure of his worth.