Radical may be applicable, but some identified as radicals object to the adjective. Cannot blame them. It is a bit harsh in most instances. Then again, I find in troubling in separating out this group as “environmentalists,” because it implies that farmers, journalists, the fellow next door, or the neighbor across the street are not “environmentalists.” We all really care about the environment, whether we work for a “non-profit, watchdog organization” or are just “plain old, working for the man Americans.”

Let’s agree everyone is an environmentalist for now, but what adjective can we use other than radical, to separate out those who make a living protecting everyone from each other by spending rich foundations’ cash.

Restaurant menus is where I found the term I had been searching for. Restaurant menus can be enlightening reading material. Several entrees are particularly comical. One is tilapia, a fish growing in popularity among the enlightened. I have been known to discernibly chuckle at seeing tilapia on the menu. However, I will not go into why, except to say I have interviewed several farmers who had particularly clean irrigation canals.

The other entree that makes me smile is “free-range chicken.” This, according to our government, only implies poultry that has been allowed to have access to the outdoors — versus those raised in some sort of indoor confinement — before they both wind up dead, cooked and served on a restaurant’s finest china. No area specified. No fencing specified. Just outdoors.

“Free-range chicken” on a menu conjures up images of dainty hens frolicking through grass, cluckily proclaiming their freedom from whatever their cousins in the poultry house nearby are enduring.