Disappointed

"It is a shame that the most important things in your life are the ones you can't talk about..."

--H.R. Giger

But I can. In a way. Though there are three or four reasons keeping me biting my tongue and not saying what I really have to say this morning, I will boil and distill for you fine Folks Back Home.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed are kings. In Portland, corruption is a virtue if you can do it creatively and call it "green." I don't smoke meth, fuck anything with a pulse, sweat human semen all over people I never met, or rob the City blind with their full knowledge. Therefore, I guess I gotta stay poor.

Portland has been run by mobsters and pimps since it was built, behind the smokescreen of democracy and the figureheads at City Hall. And some of the folks those mobsters and pimps put up as Sustainable Saviors... really just need to be institutionalized or incarcerated. Possibly lobotomized. Definitely out of my phone book.

Just a shame. Seven different kinds of shame. For every good thing that ever happens in this City, we forget that the people who really run it are clinically insane.

Maybe instead of snarling up the MAX and getting in people's faces about abortion or cigarettes or whatever issue makes them look cool to yell about that day...

Maybe some of these "thousands of [insert denomination] protestors" could bring back muck-raking journalism instead, or go after people who actually need going after and take back this supposedly "progressive" city from the monsters it was given away to long ago.