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The Parable of the Squished Skunk: Why We Choose the Stench of the Status Quo

We live in a polite society. We like our lawns manicured, our cul-de-sacs quiet, and our traditions intact. But over time, I’ve realized that our obsession with "politeness" and the "status quo" is a mask for something much more pungent: apathy. It started on my morning commute one morning to St. Martin of Tours in Lemay, MO.

For more than a week, I drove past a squished skunk on the shoulder of the road. Now, we weren’t in a rural community; we were in a paved, manicured county suburb. In a place like this, you’d expect the "mess" to be cleared within hours. But day after day, there it stayed.

By day three, the visual was the least of our problems. It began to leave a quite pungent reminder of its presence. Each morning, as I drove past, the air in my car became more odiferous. It was a thick, unmistakable stench that stayed in your nostrils long after you’d passed the scene. Yet, hundreds of people drove past it every morning. We all saw it. We all smelled it. And all decided to turn our heads and pretend it wasn’t there.

As I sat in the "scent" of that commute, I couldn’t help but think about the community I served. I thought about the parish that has existed for nearly a century, a place where "the way we’ve always done it" wasn’t just a habit; it was a sacred law. There is a comfort in tradition, but there is also a danger: the refusal to see the skunk on the road. When a community decides that the status quo is more important than growth, they stop trying to be better versions of themselves. They stop evolving. They settle for "good enough" because "good enough" worked in the 1960s. But while they are holding onto the past, the present has begun to smell.

The Odor of Apathy. This "skunk" isn't just a dead animal on a suburban street. It is the 'elephant in the room' that we are all too "polite" to mention. In our schools and our neighborhoods, the stench is rising from student behavior: taunting and teasing that we dismiss as "kids being kids." Parental Apathy: The shrug of the shoulders when a child fails to give their best, or worse, treats others with cruelty. A culture of doing just enough to get by, rather than striving for excellence.

When we ignore bullying, we are driving past the skunk. When we allow bad behavior to go unchecked because "confrontation is uncomfortable," we are letting the carcass rot on the shoulder of our community.

Why Do We Turn Our Heads? Why do we pretend the stench isn't there? Because cleaning it up is messy. Addressing a disconnect in student behavior requires hard conversations with parents. Addressing parent apathy requires us to challenge a system that has been "fine" for a hundred years. It requires us to admit that the status quo isn't working anymore.

We would rather hold our breath for the thirty seconds it takes to drive past the problem than pull over, get our hands dirty, and remove the source of the smell.

A Call to Clear the Air.  It is amazing what the human mind can ignore when it chooses to. But pretending the skunk isn't there doesn't make the air any cleaner. It just makes us people who have grown used to living with a stench. If we want to be better versions of ourselves from one day to the next, we have to stop being "polite" about the things that are rotting our culture. We must stop valuing the status quo over the health of our children’s character. It’s time to stop driving past. It’s time to pull over, acknowledge the mess, and start the hard work of clearing the air.


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  1. Missed you these last days.
    And complaining about xyz but not doing anything to make a change is part of the apathy. We can't just let others do the messy work, we all need to get our hands dirty.

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  2. It takes courage to get our hands dirty. Not always a warm fuzzy afterwards my friend!

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