As I sat through the unbelievably long and draining city council meeting last night I was reminded of the chilling, slow-moving, sense of helplessness that covered me like a glacier last October when the council voted to pretend to believe a lie and place sheetpile through the home of a colony of 8 beavers. Again they robustly argued with citizens and scolded their own experts for not telling the story convincingly enough, then voted unanimously to pursue the CEQA analysis for annexation of both Pacheo and Alhambra Valley.
There was dramatic bristling at my remarks but I’m not sure any one paused to consider the irony that if the city had just kept me happy 2 years ago by leaving me alone in the creek to “play” with my little beavers, I would never have been forced to see them up close and developed such a horrid mistrust. I would never have known that every single rock in their civic garden has wriggling things lurking beneath it that hiss and shrivel in the light of day. I wasn’t even involved the last time the redevelopment circus came to town and was blissfully ignorant of the special deals cut by every member of the council for large and important property owners around the town.
Sigh.
Let this be a lesson to all you city planners of nefarious deeds everywhere. Keep beaver supporters occupied and out of your way or they will learn how to make videos and talk to the media and network with their neighbors, and write letters to raise awareness and exhaustingly try to hinder your dasterdly plans at every turn.
[youtube:http://youtube.com/watch?v=TWBDxR_zr7Q]
