OREGON EMPATHY IN THE WILD WEST

Oregon empathy is all we’re asking for from our border states and beyond.

Try and feel what it’s like to be in our shoes.

We’re trying to stand up to the harsh words and divisive actions aimed directly at our way of life, but for how long?

How many more pumpkins must go to rot before we all come to our senses?

My team of experts has been working hard to find the answer.

Their field work will be very important to the research already conducted.

 

 

How can any civilized society allow a scorched earth policy that leaves land so barren that nothing will grow for generations?

 

 

The smoldering ruins of a once proud state blanket the Oregon empathy region in smoke so thick it looks like clouds.

 

 

Retreat To Oregon Empathy Garden

The conditions have deteriorated here so much that even a bastion of local freedom has fallen to devastating attack.

Broken pavement and broken trees litter a once pristine landscape.

 

 

The enemy within has planted thoughts and notions in weak minds that have resulted in public displays of insanity.

They are crazy about places like this, and it must be stopped.

 

 

But they show no sign of stopping, of turning innocent butterflies into metal, and happy fish into shrubbery.

 

 

No amount of peaceful negotiation or compromise will stop them.

They only respond to force, to slow, steady pressure.

 

 

So, it is with a high anticipation of success that the Dragon Patrol has been activated in the forest to quell civil unrest, and do a few controlled burns..

 

 

The need for calm and peace in the cities will be protected by the Deer Squad, who will find you and force you to listen to AC/DC at high volume until you change your ways.

It may be a long way to the top, but you’ll be glad you’re on that highway when you’re older.

 

 

The Wild Wild West

A note to my international readers about Oregon empathy:

The photos above come from drives in the country, one to Clackamas’ Happy Valley out on 222nd Ave (hey G,) and the other to The Oregon Garden near Silverton.

Both are worthy destinations of Oregon The Beautiful.

You’ll need to be on your best stop-sign-driving-game in Silverton during rush hour downtown.

The streets are full of big rigs and everyone knows who goes first, so brush up.

As I’ve shown, Oregon is not a lawless hellhole of anarchistic fuck-sticks any more than it’s ever been.

People on the Oregon Trail in the 1840’s and 50’s came to fork in the road with their wagons, one arrow pointed south, the other arrow was printed with Oregon.

The people who knew how to read came to Oregon.

In the 1970’s Oregon had a governor named Tom McCall, famous for his quote of, “Visit Oregon, but for God’s sake don’t stay.”

In 1977 an unruly mob took over Portland during the Trail Blazers’ NBA championship party.

We had Occupy Portland in 2011.

Ten years later the Portland South Park Blocks were rocked with museums broken into and statues tipped over.

Take it from one baby boomer blogger, one Portland-ish baby boomer, the roof is not on fire, bodies are not hitting the floor.

 

PS: Anyone looking for trouble, looking to incite, looking for attention, needs to find a better place than Portland, Oregon. Most people east of the Mississippi couldn’t find Oregon if you said name a state between Warshington and Kalifornia while sipping a fresh-hop beer and eating a pink donut.

 

PSS: It’s not Idaho, Utah, or Nevada, but don’t tell them.