Park Rangers, Golden Eagles and the Head Chipmunk

Today is the day. The HC will appear before the Park Ranger Committee to make her case that the beautiful butterflies should not be forced to take remedial class after remedial class before learning to fly just because they weren't born in the Glen. The HC will bring letters of support, cuddly critters from her Glen, from other Glens (because if the HC's Glen is forced to comply, other Glens will surely fall next...the HC's Glen is like a firewall between the Park Rangers and all the other Glens it seems). She has her armor shined and her words carefully chosen.

She has breathed deeply and promised herself she won't turn into a Tasmanian devil and go on a tirade (though she can't guarantee as the HC is not a diplomat or a politician but was fine tuned to be an activist...which is why she repeatedly turned this job down for she knew she lacked the graceful skills and impulse control and "equanimity" required for this kind of leadership. She is best suited to be one of the crowd, civilly disobeying and challenging the authority....not playing nice in meetings....but somehow she ended up here and it exhausts every one of her reactive nerve fibers to try to not carry signs, take a knee and yell "Topple the Patriarchy" to the very Rangers she needs to help her).

But sadly, though not unexpectedly, the Golden Eagle and a Bald Eagle friend informed the HC that they now do not support her cause. Well, they do "in spirit" but will not in public. It seems that the HC is not the only critter without nuts. The Bald Eagle mentioned something about taking the "path of least resistance". The HC supposes that is easy for someone who can fly wherever they want to go. But the HC is on the ground where there are brambles, and roots and mounds of decaying butterflies who didn't make it all the way. The eagles can't see all that from up high, she thinks. They have forgotten. "Least resistance?" she scoffed. "Ha, I don't seem to have that map in my GPS". The Golden Eagle was surprised to find out that the HC was still going to appear at the Park Ranger's meeting. The HC said, "I learned from my mom, Silver Sable, that some things need to be said. And I learned from The Movement that change is like water on a stone. You must keep at it, drop after drop. Eventually the stone will wear down. You can't be upset when one drop doesn't seem to effect change."

But the truth is, the Head Chipmunk thinks the rock looks very, very big today.

Chipmunks Only Make Trouble for Themselves

So, it seems that when a certain Head Chipmunk tells a certain Forest Ranger in White that a new policy of her committee is a tad racist (animalist?), the Forest Ranger is apt to call that said Chipmunk to appear before her Committee to defend said Chipmunk's assertion.

"How", wonders the HC, "can the Forest Ranger in White randomly enforce a new policy with no explanation for the rhyme or reason, no input from Chipmunks nor data supporting its policy necessity? And why", she thinks, as she packs her cheeks with berries for the long days ahead getting ready for the appearance, "must I prove something IS racist instead of the Ranger proving it isn't?"

Either way, the HC has made quite a problem for herself and now must come before a whole room full of Ranger types. She knows enough to not come alone. She will bring most of her Glen and the Golden Eagle (who thinks the HC has been eating fermented berries but agrees nonetheless) and her cheek pouches filled with lovely data and charts. The HC does not make these claims lightly.

When the HC told her spouse, The Fox, about the events, The Fox couldn't stop laughing. "Of course you said that"  she giggled thru her reddish mane and "its true but you should learn diplomacy" she laughed and "you do make problems for yourself" she howled and "can I come sit in on the meeting!?"

Since it is a public meeting, The Fox and perhaps a whole hen house may just come, bring lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn as they watch the HC explain why she called the Forest Ranger in White a racist (well, not her, really, just the bullshit anti-immigrant, classist policy that makes it 100x harder for ESL students to get a degree and BY THE WAY its utterly monolithic in its approach to seeing student success and the HC closed the achievement gap in the muthfucking Glen in one muthfucking term and not by making poor and immigrant students languish in more remedial classes because Rangers assumed they can't take a class with the Whitey-Mcwhitersons...................)

Ooops, get the popcorn ready and pack a lunch. It could get interesting because its unlikely the HC is going to learn impulse control before the meeting.

Chipmunks Only Make Trouble for Themselves

So, it seems that when a certain Head Chipmunk tells a certain Forest Ranger in White that a new policy of her committee is a tad racist (animalist?), the Forest Ranger is apt to call that said Chipmunk to appear before her Committee to defend said Chipmunk's assertion.

"How", wonders the HC, "can the Forest Ranger in White randomly enforce a new policy with no explanation for the rhyme or reason, no input from Chipmunks nor data supporting its policy necessity? And why", she thinks, as she packs her cheeks with berries for the long days ahead getting ready for the appearance, "must I prove something is racist instead of the Ranger proving it isn't?"

Either way, the HC has made quite a problem for herself and now must come before a whole room full of Ranger types. She knows enough to not come alone. She will bring most of her Glen and the Golden Eagle (who thinks the HC has been eating fermented berries but agrees nonetheless) and her cheek pouches filled with lovely data and charts. The HC does not make these claims lightly.

When the HC told her spouse, The Fox, about the events, The Fox couldn't stop laughing. "Of course you said that"  she giggled thru her reddish mane and "its true but you should learn diplomacy" she laughed and "you do make problems for yourself" she howled and "can I come sit in on the meeting!?"

Since it is a public meeting, The Fox and perhaps a whole hen house may just come, bring lawn chairs and buckets of popcorn as they watch the HC explain why she called the Forest Ranger in White a racist (well, not her, really, just the bullshit anti-immigrant, classist policy that makes it 100x harder for ESL students to get a degree and BY THE WAY its utterly monolithic in its approach to seeing student success and the HC closed the achievement gap in the muthfucking Glen in one muthfucking term and not by making poor and immigrant students languish in more remedial classes because Rangers assumed they can't take a class with the Whitey-Mcwhitersons...................)

Ooops, get the popcorn ready and pack a lunch. Its could get good because its unlikely the HC is going to learn impulse control before the meeting.