I’d like to call this meeting of the French Unresistance to order. After asking for some constructive feedback on how to best serve you all, I returned from the front (yard) last night to find our newly installed suggestion box overflowing with little bits of paper. The box was out of whack, though I feel the same way sometimes, partially damaged and slightly off-kilter. Oh, right. The notes themselves were helpful and uniformly stained with expensive red wine.
Etienne, is there anything I forgot?
From what I can tell, many of you want to see the leadership reconsider collaboration as a virtue. Who are we to go about this alone? So isn’t that we’re doing right now? More on that later.
A few of you objected to the word “fraternité” for obvious reasons. While it follows libérté and egalité, and has roots in the French Revolution, the image for many is not the wobbling, waddling, well-fed Danton, but the popped collars and annoying catchphrases of collegiate Greek life.
We’re going to stop referring to certain members as heroes, since that makes the rest of you feel awfully bad. Maurice was working on a song about our struggle, but he shouldn’t be able to write the lyrics alone.
Instead of fighting back, we’ve decided to bend to public pressure and capitulate here and now. Acquiescence can be quite agreeable if you’re accepting of it.
Based on your responses, surrendering now seems like the most prudent decision. With that in mind, there are some people outside who’d like to meet everyone. Put on these blindfolds and do as they say. Résistance is futile.
Merci.
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