It was only a matter of time – in this case over five years – but the Dutra asphalt plant inquisition was bound to attact the attention of folks whose profession involves running around looking for issues to wade into. You know, our elected ambulance chasers. Only their case, the accident generally happens after they get involved. Whether or not the plant gets built, the air will always be thick with irony. The citizens of a town with perpetually crumbling roads reject a business on the grounds that it makes the very product their roads clearly lack. Supporters of a beloved tidal slough, that functions as a river only because the government regularly dredges it to support the ever-dwindling river commerce, reject additional river commerce.