Et tu, Billy Jack?

Could it be that folk hero of early 1970s cinema, Billy Jack, has come to town to help with the re-negotiation of the 1994 Agreement? If so, he may need to know that he left his hat in the parking lot of America’s Credit Union.

Imagine if we had this sort of righteous indignation in town, willing to put his right foot upside the head of those in charge. It could change the course of the conversations about yellow curb parking, cracking sidewalks, the sign code, and of course, punching a hole in the Vashon aquifer in order to harvest gravel.

Back to reality, we simply don’t settle things in this fashion any more. It would be compromise and working toward consensus. Everyone would have to feel good about the outcome and no foot prints would be left on anyone’s cheek. There would be no bad theme song to inspire us nor would there be a sequel. Nope, what we see is what we get.

If Billy Jack were to come to DuPont Washington today he would be seeking to side with the guys in the ice cream shop or city park in the name of salmon recovery.