***update*** An hour later: Our numbers got up to around 80. Did see
one traitor rebel flag, in a pick-up with a U.S. flag. What's with
that, anyway? Pick a side, motherfucker. Our side shouted things at
them, variations on go home and leave our public lands alone. They
pretended not to hear, with their hands cupped up next to their ear. "I
can't HEAR you...I can't HEEEAAARRRR you." Gavin Slime engaged in some
public prayer and said a few words. They put a tarpman voodoo doll up
and black voudon clouds lowered overhead. Then a heron flew overhead
and Jesus smiled down and the evil spirits were frozen again inside
their dildo simulacra. Police presence is visible but fairly relaxed.
Word had it some Black Lives Matter got in the protesters' faces but I
only heard tell of such things. Such excitement was too much for me, so
I left in search of snacks.
***transmission over***
Saturday, March 5, 2016
Portland Public Lands Counter-Protest, 3-5-16
Back briefly from the Portland, Oregon, "LaVerle Finnamacher You're Name Will Not Be Forgotten" militiaman protest and snackfest. I counted approx. 200 "patriots" in cowboy hats and carrying the misspelled LaVoy Finnicum meme blown-up to protest signage sign. I didn't see dildos, but I'm sure I saw some Doritos.
Our side had maybe 40 folks. THEY ARE WINNING IN DOWNTOWN PORTLAND, PATRIOTS. But "intel" from around the country indicates that we're winning most other places, with only a dozen or so "Steal Public Lands" protesters at various Fed buildings.
Things seemed peaceable enough. They sent little toads over to our side of the street to get in our face and take pictures, but what the hell, we're taking their pics, too. I didn't see any firearms. Asked a Multnomah County sheriff and she hadn't seen any, either, which works for me. (She's a real sheriff, by the way, so I take her word for it.)
They could out-shout us, but we had louder horns. I'd heard they had Sho Fars but I didn't see them. We had those loud plastic horns you hear at footie matches, the kind that sound like Glenn Beck farting. Our horns were louder, so sho far, sho good.
I saw a lot of US and Gadsden flags, but no rebel traitor flags.
They had been walking in circles around the block at one of our delightful downtown parks when I arrived and were singing one of those patriotic songs when I left, indicating they really do actually love America, I guess, just not its government or institutions or its rule of law.
Now for a quick snack, maybe pick up the items on my hold shelf, and back down there.
#OregonStandoff #TeamIntel #ReportingOut
***update*** An hour later: Our numbers got up to around 80. Did see one traitor rebel flag, in a pick-up with a U.S. flag. What's with that, anyway? Pick a side, motherfucker. Our side shouted things at them, variations on go home and leave our public lands alone. They pretended not to hear, with their hands cupped up next to their ear. "I can't HEAR you...I can't HEEEAAARRRR you." Gavin Slime engaged in some public prayer and said a few words. They put a tarpman voodoo doll up and black voudon clouds lowered overhead. Then a heron flew overhead and Jesus smiled down and the evil spirits were frozen again inside their dildo simulacra. Police presence is visible but fairly relaxed. Word had it some Black Lives Matter got in the protesters' faces but I only heard tell of such things. Such excitement was too much for me, so I left in search of snacks.
***transmission over***
Our side had maybe 40 folks. THEY ARE WINNING IN DOWNTOWN PORTLAND, PATRIOTS. But "intel" from around the country indicates that we're winning most other places, with only a dozen or so "Steal Public Lands" protesters at various Fed buildings.
Things seemed peaceable enough. They sent little toads over to our side of the street to get in our face and take pictures, but what the hell, we're taking their pics, too. I didn't see any firearms. Asked a Multnomah County sheriff and she hadn't seen any, either, which works for me. (She's a real sheriff, by the way, so I take her word for it.)
They could out-shout us, but we had louder horns. I'd heard they had Sho Fars but I didn't see them. We had those loud plastic horns you hear at footie matches, the kind that sound like Glenn Beck farting. Our horns were louder, so sho far, sho good.
I saw a lot of US and Gadsden flags, but no rebel traitor flags.
They had been walking in circles around the block at one of our delightful downtown parks when I arrived and were singing one of those patriotic songs when I left, indicating they really do actually love America, I guess, just not its government or institutions or its rule of law.
Now for a quick snack, maybe pick up the items on my hold shelf, and back down there.
#OregonStandoff #TeamIntel #ReportingOut
***update*** An hour later: Our numbers got up to around 80. Did see one traitor rebel flag, in a pick-up with a U.S. flag. What's with that, anyway? Pick a side, motherfucker. Our side shouted things at them, variations on go home and leave our public lands alone. They pretended not to hear, with their hands cupped up next to their ear. "I can't HEAR you...I can't HEEEAAARRRR you." Gavin Slime engaged in some public prayer and said a few words. They put a tarpman voodoo doll up and black voudon clouds lowered overhead. Then a heron flew overhead and Jesus smiled down and the evil spirits were frozen again inside their dildo simulacra. Police presence is visible but fairly relaxed. Word had it some Black Lives Matter got in the protesters' faces but I only heard tell of such things. Such excitement was too much for me, so I left in search of snacks.
***transmission over***
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