The Week that Was

"The Week that Was"

The Chipmunk scribbled some notes from a few happenings she knew she wouldn't get time to write about. She is calling them "The Week that Was":

•The Tale of the Passive Aggressive Cat (they purr and cuddle and act all sweet and then rip your arm off when you aren't petting them just right). The Head Chipmunk gently confronted the cat on her aggression. The cat rolled onto her back and gave a surprised purr of "who me?". The Head Chipmunk pulled on tiny oven mitts to prevent further scratches and moved back in with a little more direct communication. The cat began to dart about as though chasing a laser beam toy while high on catnip. And then, with the beautiful steely eyes that only exist in felines, she lied right to the round, flappy cheeked face of the Chipmunk-in-charge. The Chipmunk took note, made note, and it struck a note. Chipmunks have long memories like their elephant friends.

•What the Hell is Wrong with Melanin Deficient, Heteronormative Critters? Even the best seem just so darn stupid sometimes. Is an empathic understanding of marginalization really that difficult? Not everyone has experienced living in the middle of the Glen their whole lives. You have peripheral vision. Use it.

•How Critters Destroy "The Cause" by Thinking They Are Its Champion (aka its a fine line between reflecting the evils of Forest patriarchy and just re-enacting it. Assuming one knows the difference probably means one is lost even/especially the Head Chipmunk).

"I don't mean to cut you off, but..."

A second part to the Forest Ranger's meeting in the form of a question:
Why do nutted Forest Ranger's say to the nutless "I don't mean to cut you off but..." when that is exactly what they mean to do?

The Head Chipmunk pointed this out in the meeting. With a berry packed smile.

A video to explain what happened when the HC went before the Forest Rangers

The Chipmunk came, she saw, she gave it her best. She lost in the end. But the Forst Rangers were left stunned. They commented that they were "enlightened" by the Chipmunk's presentation. It disturbed the HC a great deal to see such important decisions handed over to 30 Forest Rangers be made, not by the HC's powerful data, extensive research and ability to skillfully fight each point that was made despite terrible odds....but rather the decision was made based on the FR's continued reference to their own experiences while in College Glens...many years before.  None of them seemed to have one lick of awareness that their very pale and almost all white experiences did not reflect the diverse tones in the HC's Glen...the colorful, diverse butterflies.

But at least the HC got away to fight another day.

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.

The Chipmunk has Landed-The Leap of Stupidity

The Head Chipmunk landed safely on the Upper Canopy of the Forest today! Her leap of stupidity worked!

Seeing the Chipmunk soar above her head made the Golden Eagle suddenly take to flight to beat the HC to the Canopy. She decided to act all casual and not like a bird who had a lowly rodent go over her head but rather like a bird who had invited the Chipmunk up there to join her all along (yeah, right).

Once at the Canopy, the HC spoke to the Highest Condor and explained the situation (the situation the Golden Eagle had originally chosen to ignore). The Highest Condor listened with great interest, spread her great, broad wings and immediately promised the HC thousands of acorns for her to spend on solving her problem. The HC left feeling happy and satisfied and glad she took the chance to fly. The HC decided to slowly crawl and scamper the way down the tree instead of attempting to soar anymore. The Golden Eagle flew off in another direction....bitter and confused by the memory of the flying Chipmunk but fattened herself by the sudden increase in acorns.