Tuesday, August 04, 2020

Siamese Family Moves On

The little Siamese family from the Cascadia homeless camp moved on yesterday.

They had been here since Thursday.  All were badly underweight, full of worms, and had diarrhea.

They needed vet care and fast.  I first thought they would go to one rescue, but in the end, they could not go to them, since the foster open had some kittens with possible ringworm.  I scrambled looking for a Plan B.

Karen in Portland helped out, contacting a rescue she works with, who  agreed to take them.  They went straight to the vet who runs it, last night, after I drove them up to Woodburn and met Karen there for a cat transfer in a MacDonalds parking lot.



Yesterday, before I drove them to Woodburn, I drove up to the lake with my kayak.  There were not as many people and I was happy.  I put in the kayak and paddled a bit, but not far, to where there was a tiny beach without people.  I tied it to a submerged rock, then got my boogie board off the back, which I'd actually found a few years back here at the lake, and swam. 

 I swam for awhile, then got back in the kayak, still an issue I haven't mastered completely, and paddled out under the bridge toward the roped off county park swimming area, but a few hundred feet shy of the beach, which is too crowded for me.  Again I tied off the kayak and swam, finally pulling the kayak behind me. 

But then my issue with Kayak re entry became a problem.  I couldn't find anywhere I could get back in, that wasn't crowded over in people.  So I swam a very long way, back across the arm, under the bridge, then back to the other side again, looking for somewhere I could get back into the kayak.   I was not that far from the boat ramp where I originally launched before finding a shallow enough area where I could plop back onto it.

I loved the long swim, however, and didn't want to leave the lake behind, but had to get back home to load the Siamese and head north.

I got my exercise let's say and had a great time.  I wasn't up there very long.

I've startled lost boy Titus twice now inside my garage.  He comes and goes through the cat door I made for him.  He still won't go for a trap, however.

Hopefully he will do so one of these days.

Today I'll be after the other little family up at the homeless camp--already fixed Cascadia and the rest of her kittens, three in all left up there.  Wish me luck.  She can go up to Scappoose and be with her relatives, if I get her.  That lady took five other adults from that camp right before the Covid shutdown and is willing to take Cascadia and one of her kittens.   So all I have to do is go catch them.  Ha!  Easier said than done.

Cascadia, taken when fixed in mid June

Friday, July 31, 2020

Sink or Swim

After the terrible day yesterday, I had to either sink or swim, I figured.

So it was good for me to head to the Cascadia homeless camp this morning.

First I dropped off the three cats from the Bellinger colony fixed Wednesday--the last torbi girl, the long hair orange girl, and the brown tabby boy.  Minus from the returnee's was Titus, the missing black and white boy, who somehow escaped a live trap in my garage.

When I told them one had escaped a trap, the adult son, said "It was Titus".
"How did you know?" I asked.   "He is an escape artist and extremely smart," he replied.  I guess Titus knows how to open windows, how to climb walls and has an extensive skill set.

They said if I run across him, they'll take him back.  If not, they figure he'll survive anywhere.  They said he's a kind cat, young and loves kittens.

This only made me cry.

Once in Sweet Home, I dropped off two tires I got out of my rafters when searching for Titus, at Lisa's workplace.  She is going to use them in a goat playground. 

Then I picked up Theresa and we headed for Cascadia.  She knows all the folks in all the homeless encampments up there, and also where the unfixed cats are.

We returned to the camp where we had trapped five adults prior to the Covid shutdowns.  They were fixed and then a woman out in Scappoose adopted all five as barn cats.  She posts videos of them periodically.

After the shutdown ended, in early June, I was informed there was one adult that had been missed, who now had two kittens in the old house. So I went and caught her and the two kittens.  They wanted Cascadia, as I named her, back, but the two kittens went into foster.  I thought that was the end of it, that all the cats at least there were fixed.


Nature claiims this old house, but Cascadia and two of her kittens had made it home.
But Cascadia had six kittens not two, and now they want the four teenagers gone but also they want Cascadia gone too.  I feel so helpless at times and want to protect these poor cats.  I was only able to trap one of those five cats who need a new place to call home--an orange tabby boy kitten.

I'll get Cascadia and the other three.

Three trailers farther up the rocky dirt road was where we were really headed.  A woman had a tame Siamese with four kittens, living in the woods above her trailer.  She has three or four yappy little dogs who chase the kittens.  At first she wanted all five back once fixed, but she changed her tune after Theresa and another camper and myself talked to her.  Then she relinquished mom and all the kittens.

As we arrived Theresa, who is afraid of dogs, eyed the massive pitbull under another trailer.  He did look menacing.  Around his neck was some sort of sharp chain collar, likes spikes outward.  I saw his tail flap a couple times.  And his eyes sparkled, it seemed to me.  "Come here you big baby boy," I said, slapping my knees and smiling.  Oh did he come, rollupping over, all wags and wiggles, that big huge "scary" boy.  We gave him cat food and Theresa went and got a can of dog food from the lady we were trapping for.  We have to replace that can of dog food, though.

Was able to first trap two kittens, one at a time.  Then I had to use the tame mom in a trap to catch the other two.  I also walked down the steep rocky road to the other trailer to see if they had trapped anyone else.  That's where Cascadia is fed, with her four remaining kittens, although it was down to three after I caught the orange boy.  They had no luck however.  Walking up and down that hill four times wore me out and made my knee sore.





It was already hot by 11:00 a.m.  So I left with the six cats/kittens I had caught.

At 6:00, after a nap, I picked up a Lacomb stray boy.  When I got home with him, I set him up in the living room in the cage, since it was still quite hot in the garage.  I knew this would not go over very well with my cats.  Big huge unfixed stinky boy in my living room.  Boy does the house smell now.

By 7:00, ARCF in Portland had agreed to take the Siamese mom and her four kittens.  But they didn't want them fixed with ear tips.   Yikes.  Now I had only the orange tabby boy and Grayling, the big boy, for my five spots.  I called a Sweet Home woman with an unfixed boy she can catch and drove off to meet her in Waterloo.   I tried the residential colony caretaker, to see if she had new ones.  She didn't.  I tried her neighbor, who had taken in a kitten months ago, but he couldn't find her.

I got home and there in the driveway was Titus, the lost boy from the garage.  I set traps but have had no luck and its now 5:00 a.m. Friday.  Ah well.  Sure its embarassing to go short handed to the clinic but I did end up with 8 cats.  Five of them just can't be fixed right now.  ARCF will get them fixed.

Here are the three boys getting fixed.

Flash, one of Cascadia's four kittens, from the homeless camp up there

Grayling, a big sweetheart stray boy from Lacomb

Charming beautiful Oreo from Sweet Home

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Horrible Day

Today was not a good day.   It's not just the 100 degree heat.

I had those two adorable petite girl kittens from Sodaville here.

They were fixed today along with three more from the Bellinger colony.

I went to that colony early, hoping no one would be up and maybe the dogs would be asleep or inside.

Instead of catching three I caught four.  One was a male I didn't know was up there.  Then I caught the black and white male, the long hair orange female and the last torbi female.

I had them in my garage last night.  I go out this morning, to put them in my car, and unbelievably, the trap the black and white male had been in, was empty.  Yet the front was closed and the back was still clipped.  How did he get out?

I briefly wondered if someone had come into my garage.  While that is a possibility, since I napped without the door locked yesterday evening, before waking up for awhile, then locking everything up, I believe it is the design flaw of those small tomahawks.  They have no top drop down latch, like their larger models do.  That means if a cat gets his paw through the slanted part of the door to the vertical piece and pulls while maybe his nose is down pushing at that front, any give and the cat is out of there.  I will make drop down latches for all those small tomahawks now and in the meantime, clip the place the two door pieces meet the bottom of the trap.

I spent hours after delivering five cats clear to the McMinnville clinic searching the garage for the boy.  However, with the air conditioner in the bottom of the garage door, even though that is all adequately secure and blocked, that leaves a small opening along the top of the garage door, where it starts to curl in, when you open it even four inches.  He must have exited there.  That area is now secured.

The heat inside the garage was not extreme with the unit going but bad enough that it wore me out trying to search for him inside the garage.  I finally gave up and set traps.  I talked to a couple neighbors for them to be on the alert, but have no photo of the boy.  I would have taken it today.  I sealed his image in my mind so I will not forget.  The neighbors behind me have a free roaming black and white cat and so do the people next to them.  Both are often in my yard.  Neighbors won't be able to tell those cats from this boy from the sticks.  Not even if I had a photo.

The Sodaville woman came here to pick up the two girls with her friend who was adopting them. They were fixed today.  To my horror, her friend brought a massive carrier, so big it wouldn't fit in the front door and had no top handle.  To my horror, I discover she intended to put them out in her barn, alone, just turn them loose.  These are tiny petite three month old kittens, way under weight for their age.  I said this is wrong, described the many reasons it is so very wrong, like they will  not know where they are, you can't just turn a kitten loose in a barn, its like dumping a cat.  She stared at me like I was some sort of nutcase fanatic, like what in the world am I talking about.  I said they would need acclimated and besides these kittens are sweet and so tame, can't you take them inside?  She said no, her kids were allergic.  The lady where I trapped them was getting mad, at me, not her friend.   The friend finally drug her big huge carrier off and left.  Leaving me to beg for these sweet girls lives with the Sodaville woman.  I asked to keep them, said I'd find a place, suggested since she refused to let me, that she take them to Safehaven then.  I knew she would just follow her friend, give them to her, tell her I'm just crazy, and they will be turned loose in a barn and be killed, on the road or by an owl or hawk or fox or pretty much anything that eats.

I went out into my garage after she left and sobbed my eyes out.   I also blocked her number after sending her a text stating I was done helping her out.  DONE, Lady, DONE!!!

Where is compassion?  Commen sense?

The three Bellinger cats fixed today are in my bathroom, since the garage was too hot when I arrived home, despite the AC unit, to be safe.  I have traps set in there for the night and will set one outside too.  If he's outside the garage, it may take awhile to catch him.  But in the end, I probably will.






Monday, July 27, 2020

The Re--Appearing Kitten

I'd just been over to feed the boys in Waterloo.

I was back in town, at Home Depot, then Walmart when I got a text from the Sodaville woman, whose four kittens I was to trap to be fixed Friday had vanished.

The text said "One of the kittens came back and I have her inside.  Can you take?"

Ok, I thought, better get the kitten before it vanishes again.  I went over, in the 100 degree heat, and loaded her into my car, in a super large carrier.  I didn't have a carrier already in the car and I didn't want to drive home.

Dee, a friend, had donated enough money to HCC so I could go get a portable AC for the garage.  The garage gets so hot in summer I can't recuperate cats in there or they'd die of heat stroke.  I usually don't do cat trapping in the months of July and August for that reason, and take a summer break.

Well this summer has been odd, in many ways.  One of those ways is it hasn't been very warm.  Not until this week hit.  Now we're getting 90's and 100 degree days.
This is made to cool a 250 sq. ft. room.  The garage room is a bit larger than that but this unit yesterday got the temp down to 80 degrees inside at least.  Better than 120 degrees.

Suddenly.

Yesterday was our first really warm day.  Today will be the 2nd.   So I had that AC unit in the car when I arrived to pick up the kitten in Sodaville and now I had a huge carrier in the car too.

Once home, I quickly set up the cage in the living room and put the very sweet little girl kitten inside it.  She is incredibly petite for her age, of just over three months.  I don't know how that poor mom cat, also petite, on her first litter no less, managed to keep five kittens alive.  That is, if the other three are alive, I thought.

Moonie, her fuzzy boy kitten, had been the only kitten around last Thursday when I went to trap all five and the mom.   So he and mom were fixed Friday and mom went home on Saturday.  Moonie went to a Salem adoption group.

Now I have this little girl.


Today I am going to Wilsonville to pick up the Sweet Home mom cat, the one who'd had kittens in the trap here.  She's been with ARCF as the kittens grow, and now they are weaned and she is spayed.  So she is going back to her colony. 
She's back at her place in Sweet HOme now

Also, ARCF is taking Shroom, Chanterelle and Truffles, the fungi kittens.  They were fixed Friday.  I guess ARCF's vet clinic takes the kittens, staff socializes them, and adopts them out to clients.  I hope the best for the three.  They've been with me a month now.  I will hand them off and pick up Sweet Home mom cat and head with her directly to Sweet Home.

Then its Sodaville again, as she informed me last night, a third kitten showed back up and she has that one inside now.  Then there's this.  This morning, another neighbor cat showed up to get his catnip fix.  They come to get high.


Friday, July 24, 2020

The Heat to Come

It has not been very hot that last few days.  I'd call it just right even though there have been morning clouds.  But by Sunday, we may hit 100 degrees or hotter.  That's a bit too hot for my taste and will shut down most activity, particularly trapping.

I first had five reservations today, Friday.  Thursday evening I was offered a sixth and took it.

I was to catch a Sodaville mom cat and her five kittens.  Sounded easy enough. I'd taken her up the drop trap and dutifully set it up in the gravel beside the raised porch deck.  She has the  deck wrapped in plastic on three sides, to protect from weather, floor to roof.  You can go up the three stairs to the porch and door into the trailer.  That area isn't covered on either side.

She was supposed to be feeding all the cats under that drop trap.  But see this is where it went south with her before up there, the feeding under the trap little detail.  It never happened, was it twice before?  I can't recall now but I think I swore once I'd never go back there but I always do in the end.

It's way out rural, up a bumpy gravel dead end road lined in old trailers and shacks and No Trespassing signs.

She keeps her property perfectly however.  I got a bunch of kittens out of there before and 8 or 9 adults fixed, several of whom have vanished.  Now there was this young mom, with five kittens.  So I started out there very early Thursday morning thinking this will be so easy and I'll get all six and go home.  I'd already made a trip out to the Bellinger colony to return the three females fixed Wednesday.  Then it was over to catch these six.

Big surprise.  Not a cat in sight.  I had actually naively expected all the cats to be swarming around the drop trap awaiting food.  Oh what a fool to think that, to believe!

Two and half hours later I'd caught only one kitten and the mom.  I'd texted her, irritated I was once again wasting so much time here when I was fairly sure nobody had fed under that drop trap and wondered if there even were more kittens.  I finally left, gave up, took the two I had and cut my losses.  By now I had 9 spots.  And only 2 cats.
Titi, mom of five Sodaville kittens, of whom I caught only one.

Moonie, sweet Sodaville boy kitten, now with CAFA

Well hell, I will just go back out to the Bellinger colony and catch a bunch, I thought.  So out I drove.  Well, the place was alive with people by then, driving in and out, bringing their big dogs and turning them loose, nobody gave a shit I was there to catch their cats to be fixed.  Dogs sprung traps, followed me around, scared the cats.  I was also told five of the cats are long fixed.  Wow.  That would have been kind of nice to know when I was making a list of the cats I saw and counting them up.  I caught only one cat there, a black long hair male, before cutting my losses and getting the hell  out.
Boogie, a boy, fixed today

3 cats for 9 spots.

So I go to the Sweet Home location where I'd caught seven before to be fixed and where that black female came from, the 8th helped there, whom I drove to Portland to Karen, who got her fixed and placed her with a rescue.    I knew she had two in the back mud room.  She'd had that adult female and one kitten in there some time, trying to keep her away from the boys til she could be fixed.

I knew it might not be easy to catch those two in that narrow room with all that stuff in there.  There were several boards leaned up against the outside wall, at a slant and I thought those looked like a promising funnel snare arrangement.  I set two traps, one on top the other, at the one end of the leaned boards and draped a curtain over the opening left above the top trap.  Then I started moving things, on the opposite wall, where there were chairs and a cabinet and other things they were hiding in.  I wanted them to go behind those boards from the open end, then funnel into the traps.  Eventually, that is exactly what both did, one at a time, first the adult, then the kitten.  It was almost too easy.
Sparkle, the tiny young mom cat, with Twinkle as her only kitten

Twinkle, a girl kitten from Sweet HOme

5 cats for 9 spots.

I went to the RV park where there are at least four still needing caught and left traps and the trapping to the guy who feeds the cats but they caught nary a cat, in the hours I'd left them traps.

I had to go home.  I'd been told, very suddenly, that I needed to go to Portland meet up with ARCF to take back the female from Sweet Home who had kittens while in the trap.  They are weaned and she was being fixed Thursday.   I retorted I would have appreciated a few days notice that this was not a good time.  I noted my exhaustion, that I was trapping clear up in Sweet Home, but none of this made any difference.

So I dutifully set off at 3:30, after only a few minutes at home, to head north.  But the sleepies came over me and it was impossible and by just south of Salem I pulled off the freeway, found a gravel pullout, parked near a patch of berry vines and one tree, which offered some shade, and fell directly asleep.  When I woke up, I texted the lady and said I was sorry but there was no way I could make it.   I drove 7 hours alone on Wednesday, back and forth to the McMinnville clinic twice.  Then I'd also driven up in the evening, another hour each way, to take the kittens to NW Salem, to their foster.  Those were the orange boys from the Bellinger colony.  In short, I was a wreck.

I then decided to drive home the backroads.  I drove slowly, like an old lady.  I was emotional and felt a great desire to drive by Karen's place in Marian.  She died a couple weeks ago, by sudden massive stroke. 

I got home and went straight to my bed and fell flat on it and slept 2 1/2 more hours.   I can't do it all and certainly can't do it all alone.

Meow Village took one of the 9 spots. I decided to get the fungi crew in the bathroom fixed. Shroom, Truffles and Chanterelle no longer have ringworm of any sort and are just two pounds by now and ready to be fixed.

I was in bed early last night, but Moonie, the gray fuzzy kitten from Sodaville, and Twinkle, the kitten from Sweet Home, began to cry, where they were out in the garage,  just after midnight, and kept me up off and on, half the night.  Their cries were very very piercing and loud.

I finally went out into the garage and Moonie, the fuzzy gray boy kitten, was rolling in the trap then getting up and arching his fuzzy skinny back firtatiously.  I pulled him out of the trap.  I hadn't known he was so tame.  He clung to me, purred, kneaded, it was precious.  I played with him for a good half hour before going to bed again.  I am glad I found him a rescue to adopt him out.  He'd get eaten by something out there in Sodaville.

So today I did take 8 cats up.  I brought only 7 back however, since CAFA, a Salem group, took the little tame boy kitten, Moonie, from Sodaville.  Tonight I'm going to bed very very early and taking an Aleve pm to stay asleep even if the Sweet Home kitten cries in the night, which I don't think she will after her day in surgery.  I think she'll sleep as soundly as me.

The heats off now, for the weekend, of me at least, for getting cats fixed.  I can kick back, relax, sleep.  But temperature wise it is really going to heat up for a few days.  Ah well.

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

More Cats and Yes, More Kittens

Oh my, what a kitten season.

Already took 12 kittens out of that new colony way up between Waterloo and Sweet Home and they are now all in Portland, with various fosters and groups.  Five are already fixed and some of those may already have been adopted.  Was that just last week?

Anyway, I had three more spay neuter spots today, up in McMinnville.  So yesterday, I trucked up there to the colony.  I got there about 9:30 and it was already hot.

Driving up that gravel road to get there, I spotted a cat shoot off the road into the woods.   Hmm, I thought, that one wasn't on my list of 12 adults needing fixed.

I drive in and everyone is still in bed in the camp trailers and fifth wheelers.  There's no food on the porch and just one cat.  Before, when I arrived, there were cats everywhere.  Darn it, I thought, maybe this won't be that easy.

I caught the one cat lounging on the chair.  A black long hair showed up then, but I thought he looked like a boy.  I wanted first to take females and stop reproduction there.  The old woman who lives in the mobile home was there this time and came out and picked up the black cat.  I said "I'd rather take females, is he a boy?"  "How do I tell?" she asked, since she couldn't see back there, due to all that hair.  "Feel for the two little side by side marbles under his butt," I said.  After a moment of fumbling and him twisting and struggling in her arms, she announced, "He's a boy."  Then she dropped him and off he ran.  Just as well, I thought.

Here comes another torbi, running up.   Oh thank goodness.  She was tame and I put her in a trap. I had one trap left and spotted, behind me, coming out from under some junk, two orange kittens.  Oh my, not more, I thought.  But I couldn't leave them up there.


I was having difficulty with the traps.   That's because this oversized overly friendly lonely black lab puppy was everywhere I was.  He'd even climb in my car, eager for attention.  What a floppy awkward pile of joy!  But also difficult to trap around.

Finally I asked the old woman to put him in the house and she did.

I set my one trap left over near where the hungry kittens had been.  I looked over then and the trap was sprung.  To my surprise, inside the trap was one orange kitten and one orange adult.  It was their mom. 

I went back to my car and quickly put the tamest torbi into a carrier, freeing up another trap.   Then I set that trap right beside the one with the other kitten and mom in it.  I had to wave off a black and white male who wanted to go inside too.  Minutes later, the other kitten was in the other trap.

I showed the old woman the cats I'd caught and explained to her the adults would be back on Thursday and I'd try to find the kittens a placement and that there are always risks in surgery, the usual speel.  She nodded her surgery consent and acknowledged the risks of surgery.

The orange short hair female was another I didn't have on my list.  I knew there was a long hair orange female.   So I came home with two kittens and three adult females.






Because of the heat, they could not be in the garage for the afternoon and night as they awaited surgery.  I set up two cages in the living room, on tables, which gave me no room to move but it had to be. The heat in the garage was severe.

 I put the kittens into one cage and the three adult girls in the other.  They ate and ate and ate.  I didn't disturb them at all and watched no TV and read on my bed for a few hours before doing errands.  I had to go to the bank to withdraw the needed money for the three fixes.  It costs $45 per cat at this clinic and I give a $5 donation per cat also, which goes into my friend's fund.  She volunteers there and the fund is to help pay the fee to fix more community cats fed by folks who cannot afford the $45 per cat.  They only take checks at the clinic or cash and I had no more business checks.  When I got the cash from the bank, I also ordered checks.

I found someone to take the two orange kittens tonight.  They are new to taming wild kittens and eager to try it.  They are in Salem and I gave them names of folks they could consult, but they'd already been watching youtube videos on how to do it.  They will coordinate with Karen in Portland, once they are tame, to place them with a rescue.

The fungi kittens, now free of fungi by the way, also may have a Portland placement at a vet clinic, where staff play with them in the break room and they adopt them out to their own clients.   This would be very very wonderful, I thought last night, as I fell asleep, perfect for them.  I hope very much that it works out.

The two children injured when the out of control jet ski hit them Sunday at the lake are in very bad shape.  The girl's jaw is broken in two places and dislocated, plus a slash across her cheek, her sternum is cracked and clavicle broken and she has a lacerated liver.  She's only six years old.  The little boy, from another family, has multiple skull fractures and brain swelling and they don't know if he will survive.  It is very very difficult to see the posts from the two families and the anguish of the two moms.  How would one comprehend or survive such a thing?

It not required by law that jet ski owners have liability insurance, which is tragic because of the medical bills these families face.   They can sue the owner but that doesn't mean the guy has any money to pay all the bills, that include travel and housing up near their children at hospitals in Portland.  It just breaks my heart.

Speaking of insurance, my car liability insurance is due. I was dismayed to see the price has gone up $10 a year.  I've never used the coverage for any claim.  They claimed to have sent rebate checks of $10 or refunded a card its paid on, for the corona virus months where nobody drove much.  It seems just classic they give you a $10 rebate and then raise rates $10 a year.    People are so against "socialized" health care if government foots much of the bill, yet nobody says a darn word about private socialism that is the insurance industry.  Good drivers pay the price for bad drivers.  It makes me angry sometimes.

Speaking of which I was shocked to get a letter from the local paper that my card would be charged the first of August for continued subscription.  I had not authorized continued charge, only a one time charge for a few month subscription under a deal and I admit I was emotional signing onto that, with their plea to support local journalism.   The online subscription was delivered only for three weeks, where the link to the limited version of the paper was accessible then.  After that the link only took me to the page with a pop up that stated I would need to pay more to become a member.  I was furious then, and tried to contact the paper over it but they did not answer email nor the phone and I gave up and thought it will expire anyway its money lost.

Then came that letter.  I tried to call again to no avail.  I emailed their customer service and again received no response.  I called twice more and finally pushed a button on their long useless robot answering tree and got a human.  He was not polite at all and I could barely understand him.  I cancelled and was horrified when he asked if they should delete my card info.  I was horrified they had stored it in the first place.   So come August 1, I hope they honor the cancellation because they have made it nigh impossible to contact them.


Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Protest and Destroyers

I have no idea what is really going on in Portland.

There are peaceful protests still but even those seem clouded in mud in my brain as to what their message is anymore.

At first it was clear they wanted racial equality and for the police to stop killing black people.  I felt the pain in my heart particularly with the young man who was run down by those asshole white folk in a pickup and shot.  I could not believe they had not been immediately arrested for a lynching, really, and it took a video to come out about it, to prompt police to act.  That poor young man had endured an incident before, just sitting in a park, with police yanking him out of a car and tazing him, for doing nothing at all.

I don't know how the police can be reformed to stop that kind of senseless harrassment and killing.  They need held accountable each and every time, is all I can think of.

But the protests in Portland go on and on, and the destruction of areas there seems so ridiculous and unnecessary.  The destruction seems to be carried out by gangs of young whites and has nothing to do with anything but causing trouble.  They gather round the federal courthouse banging on the walls and trying to provoke the officers to come out.  They throw frozen water bottles and fire crackers at them and put lasers in their eyes.  That's not a peaceful protest.  Those are people assaulting officers.

They do the same to Portland police officers.    When they are arrested they are almost immediately released.  And probably get right back to it.  It's a small number of destroyers that spray paint with some attacking officers and setting fires.  I have no idea why they do it or what they want.  I think they just want to cause trouble and would do so at any opportunity.  They love for a cause to come along that they loosely attach their violence to, to get unthinking humans to support them.  But I think they just like to destroy things and have confrontations with police.  Thrill seekers.

I don't know why they think they can attack police but that police should not in any way respond.  That would be very difficult to take, night after night after night, as a police officer.  We need the police.  Yesterday, at Foster Reservoir, police responded when a jet skier plowed into the swimming area, severely injuring two kids.    For instance.

Anyhow, the federal officers in Portland for who knows what reason have only inflamed the agitator crew and gotten them sympathizers when they do things like beat a man, breaking bones, who merely tried to ask them a question and was completely nonviolent.  He stood there like a rock as they beat him and then walked away.

We're seeing bad behavior, in Portland, on the news, from the agitator crew, as I call the destroyers--vandals, fire setters, looters and officer attackers, and from some of the federal officers, beating people for no reason and snatching them off the street in violation of the constitution and due process.

Here's an article that shows the middle aged white guy getting beaten by federal police:

Video of the veteran being beaten is at the top of this story.

I believe the guy who took the beating is now nicknamed Captain Portland.

I don't like people who destroy and vandalize public places.  The goons with guns who took over a public wildlife refuge in Oregon a few years ago and trashed it, these Portland young folk who set fire to the elk statue, break windows, spray paint vulgar graffiti all over, and the white trash who leave their kids diapers and crap of all kinds on the beach at the lake--they're all the same to me.  I have this deep feeling they should all be spanked and made to clean up after themselves.

We don't have anything like that going on down here in small town Oregon.  We do end up with mayhem at the lake quite often with drunken boaters and jet skiers.  I don't know whether the man whose jet ski plowed into kids in the swimming area at Foster Reservoir was drunk or not.   He claims he fell off and the kill switch on the jet ski wasn't working.  Or did he not even bother to attach it to himself?  But there's a large 5 mph area around the roped off swimming area, so something is off with his story.  Probably a lot is off with his story.  If your car brakes don't work you don't drive the car.  Same with a jet ski, if something isn't working on it as crucial as the kill switch, you don't ride it.  If kill switches didn't work on jet skies there'd be a zillion riderless jet skies running around the lake all the time.





"If the PWC is equipped with a cut-off or kill switch, it must be attached to the operator or operator’s clothing. I just ordered for use on my boat a special wrist band with a quick disconnect. Some PWC are equipped with a slow circle mode that puts the PWC into a circle at idle speed. They may or may not also have a kill switch. If they have a kill switch, you must use it."