By Larry Leonard
Regarding Art Hyland’s new OrMag piece on tidewater public political sleaze …
Below, a “lift” from the Hyland salty sally in OrMag on the 2nd of August, 2012:
A decision was made by the County Commissioners to go ahead and disburse the funds to the districts 
because Mr. Cole created a plan they all liked: if we all face a big judgement in 2012 or so, we’ll just issue some bonds over a ten year period, and the taxpayers of Clatsop County can absorb an increased tax assessment.
August 03, 2012 — The Politicians of the northern Oregon oceanic realms where clams are taxed for their holes in the bay have discovered how to revive the age of the Vikings — that is, rape and pillage of your average coastal village — but legally this time, and so without all that personal risk hairy thugs wearing horned football helmets used to face back in the day. With the new political vikingism, if you resist rape and pillage, whatever property you plan to give to those you love or sell for retirement travel funds are, in Spanish Lingo, el-gono.
Think about this as you pass into Valhalla (an RV park in either Aridzona or a florid place that is a peninsula-shaped, alligator-infested geographic land bridge that ancient hunter-gatherers (Oregon residents capable of feeding themselves) wearing suspenders to hold their VFW kilts up can use to reach a NASA theme park where Americans once leaped to the moon before the space program was defunded to provide adequate pocked cash to subsidize national attacks on deep fried chicken nugget franchises that get traditional Christian customers off of roads paid for by the government communists presently empowering America towards a European Final Economic Solution.)
(You man take a breath, here.)
Now, this recently emeritus imperialist running dog, Leonard, has been talking to other deteriorating Oregon and SW Washington remnants and descendants of what Tom Brokaw (NBC) called “the greatest generation,” about invading Clatsop County and nearby environs (some across the great liquid highway where Lewis and Clark drove their canoes to an Indian potlatch) so as to engage in political warfare with entrenched communist hippies slogging over decent capitalists down there in the eternal rain.
I mean, during my lifetime I have been told that the government owns the beach (it is now legally a “highway”), all private homes and farms (revenue sources for the socialist education system), all businesses (the owners didn’t create them), and all the money in every citizen’s bank account unto the end of life (the death tax), itself. Since the national debt is in the sixteen trillion dollar range, now, all of Oregon’s children are, in addition, born owing the Chinese hundreds of thousands of dollars while suckling their bottles in their hospital cribs.
We should go down fighting
The way I see it, if we could get about twenty thousand RV ancients to “occupy” this region long enough to register to vote, we could fight fire with fire, and vertically tax anybody who supports Oregon Public Broadcasting for enough funding to politically destroy the existing Progressive structure, and before leaving for the sun, give the place back to the Indians.
All in favor of this capitalist revolution should contact Oregon Magazine’s new tribal leader, Chief Tea Party, with an offer of personal participation and their suggestion of graphics for a movement flag. We like our magazine’s topical ID for teepee editorial material, which is the symbol of pioneers who do not support government ownership of all land via the issuance of ever-increasing amounts of municipal-type bonds. We have seen Stockton, Detroit and Scranton, and know that destruction awaits down that trail. ( If you want a snake in pieces and “dont tread on me,” that would be considered.)
We’ll think of it as freedom’s last stand in clam-land, and I will personally create a dramatic work (book/play) about it, which when sold to Hollywood will generate revenues from the film version that can be used to finance ten years of noonday visits to the nearest Chick-a-fil franchise for meetings of the veterans of this war of all wars — the Battle of the Beaver State Mud Flats — which will go down as the last place in America where the Liberty Bell rang.
(LL)
