Guest post: The Edward R. Murrow de nos jours
Originally a comment by Pliny on Trump’s impression.
DATELINE PORTLAND
(Your man in the streets Pliny)
Large numbers of people out in the streets – and parks, and by the river, and on the river. Lots of families apparently using children as human shields.
Smoke rising from many backyard barbeques.
Coffee shops fomenting with – patrons
Biggest thing about ICE is the video showing them pepper spraying peaceful protestors who were not interfering w operations.
Many Portlanders fear that military will not bring enough trash bags like in DC. Some areas could use their help.
Also having troops in town has raised fears that it’s just what we need – more people living in tents…
From War-torn Portland
Life During Wartime, Portland Edition
Heard of the ICE van loaded with weapons
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some soldiers by the Alphabet District
A place where nobody goes.
The sound of gunfire off in the distance
I’m used to school shootings now
Lived in a foursquare, lived in a condo
I’ve lived all over this town.
This ain’t no party, this ain’t hot yoga
This ain’t no fooling around
No Kenny & Zuke’s Delicatessen
I ain’t got time for that now
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I got three passports, a couple of visas
Cost over two hundred grand
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading
People for El Salvador
I work in the daytime, I work in the nighttime
I might not ever get paid.
This ain’t no party, this ain’t hot yoga
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no Cà Phê or Electrica
I ain’t got time for that now
Heard about LA? Heard about Chi-town?
Heard about Wash’ton, DC?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
You might just fall from up there
I got some groceries, some Salt and Straw
Enough to last a couple of days
But I ain’t got no earbuds, ain’t got no headphones,
Ain’t got no YouTube to play.
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Trump cut their funding right now
Can’t write no email, can’t send no DM
I ain’t got time for that now
Trouble in Tri-Met, got through the turnstile
We blended in with the crowd.
They got computers, they’re tapping cell phones
I know that that’s now allowed.
We dress like athletes, we dress like hikers
Or in some Lulu attire
I changed my hair color so many times now
I don’t know what I look like.
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
We make a pretty good team
Don’t get exhausted, I’ll do some driving
You ought to get you some sleep
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won’t help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
The burning keeps me alive
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