Archive for the 'On the Ground' Category

the matter of Trump Man

Tuesday, August 29th, 2017

For the second time, I see the guy in a Trump t-shirt and a Trump cap.  What’s funny is it’s a different Trump t-shirt and different Trump cap, indicating he has a whole wardrobe of such stuff.

I don’t know how much I should be impressed at a statement of defiance in a hostile environment in and about Portland.  Or, I don’t know to what degree I should find him a boob.  I found people in Obama shirts and paraphenilia circa 2008 / 2009 to be boobs, and that was a president I largely approve.  (Just don’t think id-ing with a politico is a good statement.)  So.  Given the twin ills, do I fine him boobish or double boobish?

the fas

Tuesday, August 8th, 2017

Yellow stickers, black font — a particular font, calling you “Phonies” and directing you to look up some name on youtube to find out why everyone secretly hates you.  Posted in swarths about.  They’ll eventually be peeled off, and then sometime when whoever runs around in the dead of night putting them up manages to save enough money, skimping off pizza I suppose, there will be another round of this with… something.

I know the font and coloring from earlier encounters with the font and coloring.  This is what counts for White Nationalist activity.  Send for more of this material at some PO Box in Idaho.  But I’m struggling for an explanation to something — in the past, when these have surfaced about, they’ve not been so coy.  They stated what the stickers are about.  This one wants you, the by-passer passing the thing, to think “Why are you calling me a phony?  I need to look this up on youtube, by golly!”  to be… shocked… in some positive polarization manner one way or the other by the hate message.


Who, What, Why, and what does this have to do with Trump or the city’s “Police State”?

Saturday, July 8th, 2017

I don’t get it.  Here’s the latest that the flyer political activist leaf-letter has slotted in the free news boxes of your Tribunes, Mercury, WW, Epoch Times…:


Who are they trashing and why are they trashing them with such an odd aspersion against Russians?

they’re out there. and good for them

Monday, March 27th, 2017

“My aunt… watches Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy religiously.  Every single day.

And Dancing with the Stars.

She has a spread-sheet, where she’s kept track of every contestant over the past 15 years…

… who won and who lost and with what…

So someone looked over and saw she had her laptop out, and asked ‘What are you up to?’, and she showed her, and…

they responded with ‘ew… uh… okay’

Everybody needs a hobby, I guess.”

plastered about

Tuesday, February 21st, 2017

Saw the piece of sticker slogan.

“Pizza Gate is Real”.

Is this a medium for fake news?

Is this sincere or ironic?

If the former, does it do more harm to the cause than good?  If latter, does it do more good to the cause than harm?

meanwhile, to your left

Tuesday, February 14th, 2017

“Liberals are fond of that famous quote from Voltaire.  ‘I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.’  Now the thing is… your anti-fascists… don’t really buy into that one.”

So heard on flicking briefly across the radio dial… had to be KBOO… and so goes the Antifa, I think it is.

Roughly speaking, explaining the recent punchings of Spencer, and Milo, and Bible Believer guy.

I suppose the theory is that if you don’t punch these guys now, their beliefs will gain currency, they will gain power, and they have no such idealistic approach on free speech.  So, not giving them the currency they won’t be giving their opponents, we just need to punch bad ideas out of the body politik.

That’s the idea, right?


I see a guy at Starbucks.  He has 3 books.  The parenti Reader — as in Michael  — rounding about there somewhere just to the left of Chomsky.  A book on “American Fascism”, which I assume is somewhere around the realm of Trump — Bannon.  And something else I don’t remember.
Very much into reading all these anti-capitalist screeds…and he does so…
at a Starbucks.
To be sure, he doesn’t much resemble the sort that would throw a baseball bat at the window of the Starbucks…
But it is all very interesting nonetheless.

damage control

Monday, January 23rd, 2017

A business location next to a Starbucks that had been the subject of a bat against the windows the days after Trump’s election (and, I believe, it too received some collateral damage) had a bunch of peace signs, and diversity slogans, all — as the poster stated, “created by local elementary slogans.”

A pizza joint located a block or two from Pioneer Square had a sign pointedly pleading “We Just bought a Pizza Presser, and are just a friendly new pizza place.  Please.  Feel free to buy a pizza”.  (Or something like that.  I’m sure an image or two are around the twitter sphere.)

As it were, things look civil when things counted.


mixed messages

Sunday, December 18th, 2016

“They can’t put me on register.  I look like this.” — Guy (speaking to his co-worker) waves at his shirt and clothes.  He’s wearing something pro wrestler t-shirt or something.  Surely a bad message to us customers.
And so he continues working the stockroom.

I go to the register.  The woman working the register has on something saying, oh so cheekily.  “I Just Don’t Care”.

All righty then.

disambiguation issues

Wednesday, December 7th, 2016

I look over to a tv screen in a public space, which has the words blaring on the screen “The Death of Will Smith”.

I do a double take.  And stare at the tv screen.  Talking heads fill the screen.  Wondering why I’m not seeing any b-roll of the Fresh Prince.

A woman walks by, and does a double take and says “WHAT?!”

They turn the volume up, and things make a little more sense.  This is ESPN.  “Outside the Lines”.  It’s a different Will Smith.  Football player.  Not the Will Smith I’m thinking when I hear the name “Will Smith”.

Why I care — even just slightly — about one Will Smith, I can’t say.  It’s not like I turbo-load dvd seasons of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.  But we’re not going to be going through a period right now where we’re going to hear “Parents Just Don’t Understand” on repeat.

migratory patterns

Monday, November 28th, 2016

She identifies herself as from South Carolina.  Man from Kansas asks “You a red state refugee too?”

It takes two repeats for the meaning of this question to be understandable, so goes the polite laugh and “Sure.  Something like that.”

Sometimes things are a little more apolitical, or if they are political they are so indirectly.

“Did you see Nikki Haley was tapped for the UN post?”

“God, I hate that woman.”

And sometimes they are political.