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Look, I know we’re all supposed to be “maturing” as a city or “de-escalating tactics” or whatever Mayor-Of-The-Month is tweeting now, but I’m starting to feel like Portland’s really lost its spark—literally. I walked downtown yesterday and didn’t see a single dumpster on fire. Not one! How are we supposed to dismantle systems of oppression if we don’t start with the local Chipotle?
Back in our glory days, “peaceful protest” meant torching a Quiznos, screaming about colonialism while wearing $300 Doc Martens, and spray-painting ACAB on a statue of an otter. It was poetic. It was messy. It was the only time anyone downtown actually left their
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