Hm.  I’ve reported a few times on seeing some “White Supremacist” stickers plastered about, and a couple instances of public restroom graffiti.  And I’ve stated that it makes for rather lame “neo – nazi activity”.  Most recently, I saw the sticker affixed to a ghost of a public phone, which I immediately tried to plaster off, but it was good and stuck.  That night it rained.  So the next day I was able to snap it right off.

The message was fairly simple, and whatever area “Run in the dark of night to stick these things up” knuckle-heads are doing this will do so again, and remind me what the specific slogans are that I do not recall right now.  (I think it was the the HIV rate of Blacks and warning against miscegenation, to, um “Preserve the White Race”.)  But they are fairly basic, as they would have to be to .  Which brings me to a question for this news item:

A neo-Nazi group led by a man recently released from prison has been distributing fliers across Southern Oregon that call for white unity, deny the Holocaust happened, and demand that illegal immigrants return to Mexico.

Andrew Lee Patterson, 29, identifies himself as the state leader of the National Socialist Movement, Oregon Unit, and said he has been a “storm trooper, first class” with the movement for about six months.

Assuming the flier is printed off a legal sheet of paper, 5 by 8.5 inches, how do you get those three disparate messages across in large enough print?  Imagine “WHITE UNITY!  MEXICANS OUT OF USA!  HOLOCAUST NEVER HAPPENED!”  across the paper, at the bottom “message brought to you by lame neo-nazi org”.   It’s incoherent messaging.

Anyone else see that guy in a suit and tie at Pioneer Square holding a balloon saying “Give Me A Marketing Job”?  I don’t know if that was self-promotion or promotion for some marketing biz or other, but it holds to the current double-digit unemployment rate poor economy zeitgeist regardless.

The Fur Protesters — the same Animal Liberation Fronters and perhaps a PETA member or two that tangeantly pulled the plug on Schumacher’s dying business, have been protesting in front of another business for a while now — Ungar Furs, I guess is the name.

There is an Indian Restaurant Cart across the street, in a parking lot.  They have posted up a clarifying message.  “Thanks For Your Support.  100 Percent Vegetarian”.  It’s a clarifying message — the protesters are not protesting them — also, maybe, the protesters should patronize this business, maybe?

In that genre of “Boring Supermarket Check-out Stories” I like to blog occasionally (though actually in an aisle):

Man to woman:  “Didn’t we just buy kitty litter?”

My thought:  “Your cat poops a lot.  Deal with it.”
Though, I recognize that the comment is basically proxy for, “I hate that cat.  Let’s get rid of it.”

Have this dollar bill right now.  Someone stamped a quotation directed at George Washington so that Washington is saying, “I Grew Hemp.”  Placed over the Federal Reserve seal is an image of the Hemp plant, and the word “NOW!”

So someone stamped on all of their dollar bills a president saying “I Grew Hemp” and a stamped image of the Weed, before putting it back into the money stream by purchasing, um… maybe a half dozen Sugared Cereals?

It has convinced me.  I demand that all our currency be printed on Hemp.  NOW!

Walking past a mall’s parking contraption.  A mall cop on a segway breezes past.  Approaching me, I see a group of four, oh I’ll say 13 or 14 year olds.

I do a mental countdown in my head from when I think they will see the segway riding mall cop.  “Five… Four… Three… Two… AND”

One of the boys exclaims “HEY!”, they all look over at the cop, and they all laugh.

Paul Blartt: Mall Cop has changed the way we all look at mall cops.

Something that starts with the word “Clear” has purchased the “citywide wi-fi cloud” rights, from out of the ashes of the previous agreement that Portland had with some other entity and which proved to be a failure.  Their marketing campaign apparently consists of cupcakes, a metaphor wherein sprinkes are thrown about and swirled onto the frosting — that is the wifi on the city.

So Clear Something set up a display at the end of the Park Blocks — you know the spot if you’re around here, kitty – corner to the Scientology Celebrity Center.  There were three giant plastic cupcakes encased in glass.  The third one had confetti blowing in the air, with some confetti attached to the frosting.  I rounded the block, not wanting to see whatever their presentation was but wanting to find out the answer to a single question.

The answer was no, they were not actually giving away free cupcakes.  Which doesn’t make too much sense for a Cupcake Campaign, does it?

At the front of the street-car.  A young woman, who I later will be informed has both red hair and red shoes.  A sketchy looking middle aged man.  The fat man says to the woman, and I quote, (ahem)

“Your hair is as red as your shoes.”

At which point the young woman immediately makes hay to the back of the street-car, with about the expression of contempt on her face as you would imagine her to have.