little shit disturbers in suburbia

As I was out for my wintery jog the other day (the first one since the Christmas sickness extravaganza I have to admit) it was with great pride and joy that I noticed that all of the temporary barriers and fencing blocking off access to the woods and the green belt and the paths behind my house have been either moved aside or completely knocked flat. It was with great pride and joy that I was able to witness that rebellious suburban energy, that covert shit disturbing.
One simply does not mess with the route people around here use to walk their dogs or jog or birdwatch. And that's who it is-people walking their dogs through the snowy woods, people trying to catch a glimpse of some bird on their migratory stops, or me- the crazy person jogging at -20* weather over snowy paths.
The Town is in the process of trying to create a hugely wide asphalt path through our little paradise and low and behold, the SUV'ers and the snow blower's have declared that their little paradise is not for public consumption, is a very sensitive ecological area (see: migratory paths above) and therefore should be returned to the cow path that it was. Loudly so. The Town has closed the paths until spring "for the safety of the public" and the people, in knocking down the barreirs have shown their outright disregard for the Town's intentions and interests. Oh my God, I love it so much!! Now it's not world peace, it's not throwing down your leaf blower and picking up a rake, it's not even voting socialist-but it is something and for that I am deeply grateful and proud of my shit kicking suburban neighbours.