PORTLAND WAR ZONE: OMSI DRAFT

I got drafted to go to the Portland war zone at OMSI.

It’s been in the works for quite some time with all of the science and industry nonsense spewing out at an unsuspecting public who knows better.

I suspended my disbelief, girded my loins, and made the long slog.

My wife begged me to change my mind with the facts.

“It’s dangerous. You don’t have to get involved. Please don’t do it. You’ll only get hurt and shame your family name.”

But, as I explained to her, “Duty calls,” so along with my fellow soldiers in this important fight, she answered the call.

We set a gathering place, a time, and a point of extraction, before proceeding onward.

In other words, I drove up as close as I could get to the front door where she got out and I parked five steps away.

 

The G-Team Advance

Across the battle-marred field of war we trudged, from the parking lot to the front door, bobbing and weaving all the way, ducking and covering, only to find we were too late to save the ruined headquarters.

 

The enemy within had already struck, defacing the walls with their own strange views of life on earth.

But what else would you expect in a city overrun with vermin and more vermin, with more vermin on the way.

Where do all the vermin come from? The suburbs is the best guess.

 

Going Inside: The Risks

 

These people want to make you believe there were once huge animals on earth, and no humans.

Don’t fall for it.

Remember, if there were no humans, how would we know that the huge animal hoax was real? Huh? How?

If you dare enter this Portland war zone hell-hole, keep your guard up.

They want you to believe in fairy tales, like the one about the two lizards after a meteor strike killed everything.

One lizard went into the ocean, one stayed on land.

The ocean lizard turned into whales and dolphins; the land lizard became dinosaurs.

Who hasn’t put a lizard in a jar and ended up with a dead lizard?

What’s next, Jack and the Beanstalk?

Not only are there stories about huge creatures living and dying in sweeping waves of mass extinction, but there’s also a gallery about microscopic stuff in your nose.

On one floor you’re asked to believe what you can’t see, that there were once huge animals swimming in the oceans based on someone’s idea of a skeleton.

On the second floor you’re supposed to believe in more invisible.

From Google AI:

 

A human nose contains billions of bacterial cells, with counts in nasal discharge ranging from millions to hundreds of millions per milliliter, and an average of 342.7 different bacterial species per person in the nostril.

This microbiome includes a diverse community of bacteria like Staphylococcus and Moraxella, many of which are considered beneficial and help fight off infections.

 

Billions? Okay. Sure.

These are but two examples of ‘learning’ being shoved in your face during this war.

You can’t see either one with your naked eye, so believe it or not.

Then ask yourself, would you rather pursue an honest evaluation of things, or sit back and watch as events unfold through the lens of what’s fed to a well established stinker?

Last month I made the dangerous trek from the Portland war zone to the Los Angeles war zone, and back, with minimal casualties.

 

 

A few days ago I tempted fate by driving to Beaverton and back.

Now I know what the early Oregon pioneers must have felt like with danger around every corner.

If you are a true Oregonian, if you live here for a personal reason, you have your own version of the Portland war zone and it didn’t start today.

Or yesterday.

You’ve either avoided Portland, Oregon as often as possible because of too many stoplights, too many bike lanes, too many people.

Too many towers, not enough parks, no real anchor district.

Or you jump in and find out what there is to know about a place.

 

PS: Try to embrace your city for what it is, not what you see on television.

 

PSS: During my east coast days I asked people if they could ever move away. Most said no, because they couldn’t think of anyplace they’d rather live.

Most also had no idea where Oregon was on the map, so that factored in.