I'd really like to know just what's wrong with the pyschopathic people of Portland, who have chosen to scapegoat and wage an outright war against us homeless.
I resent the hell out of it, because it feels like I'm being demeaned and pushed around by a garrisoned foreign army; most of the people who have any authority or advantage over anyone else in Portland are from out of state — most of them from California. The same people who gentrified my city into a chichi strip mall for privileged Dilberts I can no longer afford to live in are now indiscriminately criminalizing me merely because I'm unemployable in mainstream work environments and am unable to afford to pay rent even in the dingiest of slumlord hovels. Sure, a lot of us on the streets are engaged in thefts and vandalism, end up starting fires that sometimes spread to neighboring properties, and even some among us are legitimately dangerous thugs … but, aren't we progressives supposed to punish actual REAL crimes, instead of manufacturing criminals like they do in benighted states like Florida and Texas?
For example: the police were called on me yesterday evening because I yelled at some jackass Yuppie for driving the wrong way down a street in the bike lane and then parking in the bike lane. In a city where the police shortage and related problems are so bad that police seldom arrive within an hour, 911 calls are on hold for the better part of an hour and ambulances sometimes don't even show up, a sniveling Yuppie twat who felt "threatened" managed to get her state-sanctioned goon squad sicced on me (no doubt at the expense of responding to a REAL crime somewhere else!) … whereas the owner of the strip club I help out at couldn't get the police to show up at a protest in which the picketers were trespassing on the property, aggressively harassing dancers and customers, and even blocking a couple of the doors! What fucking bullshit is this!?
What makes it worse is that there's simply hardly anywhere left where a homeless person can go and be left in peace. It used to be that we lived in separate worlds: they went to work in offices downtown during the day and hung out at home in the evening to watch TV while we hung out in the more obscure corners of parks or beneath freeway overpases or alongside railroad tracks, and we basically avoided each otehr and left each other alone. But, gentrification is filling in the formerly industrial wastelands and the professional class is now mostly "working" from home, so even when I'm sitting on my loading dock in industrial Northwest Portland I regularly have to put up with Yuppies jogging or walking their dogs past me. It's gotten even worse lately: these Yuppie assholes have chosen to embrace a beligerent classist territorialism whereby they actually go out of their way to make us feel uncomfortable and unwelcome by conspicuously injecting their presence into where we "live" and hang out in a chickenshit passive-aggressive psychological operations terorist campaign against us.
I've decided I hate what we homeless call housies or I call normies (I call my homeless peers homies, though not always in the spirit of camaraderie because many of us misguidedly prey upon each other), that I will NEVER forgive them for this persecution of theirs and that I'm not going to play nice with them or be an ambassador to them. They're despicable ignoramuses and narcissists who embrace a corproate consumer caste heirarchy while fooling themselves into thinking they're decent, thoughtful people because they drink wine, donate to charity, and constantly blow virtue smoke signals up each other's asses in an infobubble that resembles a guarded gated community more than it does anything like a liberal forum.
I can't wait until I get my silk screening kit and start printing out t-shirts. I'll have a lot of ugly things to say about the assholes who torment me and my pers.
