Buckle your seatbelts, folks! Portland is on the cusp of a major sociological upheaval that will probably send life as we know it straight down the crapper! Don't believe us? Well, One Day is only too happy to provide the proof about the coming revolution with pointed examples of anarchy from last week.

Proof #1: Septuagenarian vs. Septuagenarian. One sure sign of a crumbling society is when old folks turn on one another. Oregon septuagenarian and poet Paul Dahm is suing venerable advice maven Dear Abby for allegedly running one of Dahm's poems in her nationally syndicated column--and not giving him one goddamn penny in return! The poem, entitled "The Rainbow Bridge" is an ode to dead dogs and the grief felt by owners over said dead dogs. Though the Abby camp concedes they twice published a poem called "The Rainbow Bridge," they deny it had anything to do with dead dogs and have refused to pay Dahm what he's asking for--a whopping $20,000. Now. It's no great secret that One Day considers poetry to be the lowest, most stomach-churning literary artform (outside of Chicken Soup for the Soul). Regardless, if this 70-year-old huckster shams one of his own out of 20,000 smackers--well, can the fall of civilization be far behind?

Proof #2: Inanimate objects attack animals.
As 100,000 protestors thronged the streets in Prague to protest International Monetary Fund and World Bank meetings, one hundred or so people mingled and otherwise attempted to throng around Pioneer Square this evening. Upset by the predatory loan practices of the World Bank, the protestors at Pioneer Square blocked traffic and threw eggs, batteries and spark plugs at cops and their patrol horses. C'mon, people! One Day emphatically supports third world countries from Alabama to Zaire, but we cannot support the throwing of batteries at horses. And besides, bringing defenseless horses into the midst of a potential riot is both cruel and unusual! Where you at, PETA??

Proof #3: Inanimate objects attack humans. It's Wednesday and another beautiful day in Portland. Laurelhurst resident Barry David Hornstein takes a deep breath of fresh air as he steps out into the cool, sunny morning and strides toward his car--but what's this? There's a paper bag in his driveway near his automobile. Hmmthat's odd. An errant paper bag in the carefully groomed neighborhood of Laurelhurst? Unusual, yes, but not an uncommon occurrence: Even the most utopian communities have litterbugs. And so, rather than disposing of the bag in his curbside container, Hornstein decided to give the bag a gentle kick to move it away from--KABOOOOOM! The innocent bag explodes! Debris is thrown several hundred feet, and Hornstein is rushed to the hospital for emergency foot surgery. Thankfully, the man is now resting in stable condition, buts according to police, why the bag exploded is a mystery. Or is it? As has been proven conclusively so far this week, the downtrodden of Portland (old folks, anarchists and now, paper bags) have decided they've been kicked around by inept and controlling bureaucrats long enough. "Look out, Portland!" one can almost hear the paper bags scream, "Your day of reckoning is fast approaching!"

Proof #4: City infrastructure crumbles from within!
Two critical components of Portland's municipal infrastructure collided today--literally! On Northeast 122nd Avenue and Burnside, a westbound MAX train brutally attacked and rammed a city fire truck on its way to a call. Responding to a fire in the 11000 block of SE Ankeny, the fire truck (with lights and alarms blaring) was innocently crossing the MAX track when--WHAMMO! The train, with no regard for the safety of its passengers or the firefighters, broadsided the oncoming engine. Luckily, no injuries were reported. However, as taxpayers, how are we supposed to react to such petty bickering and senseless acts of violence within our city's motorpool? Is this normal? No, it is not! It's simply another sad example of the inherent evil which threatens to tear our city's civilization out by the roots. Tsk! Tsk! TSK!

Proof # 5: Only 14 days until the 32,000-square-foot Banana Republic opens on Pioneer Square

Proof #6:
The death of irony. Anything edgy dies when it's mainstreamed, and so irony went the way of Journey when The Oregonian reported today that insincerity had found its way into the Oregon Voters' Pamphlet. Indeed, this season's Voters' Pamphlet will feature 6 arguments in favor of Measure 9 that are completely, one hundred percent ironic. Measure 9 is the most recent conservative attempt to limit discussion of homosexuality in schools to cautionary mental hygiene films with titles like Boys Beware! and Cindy Stays Straight. (What next? Banning Indigo Girls t-shirts from P.E.?) The fake endorsements, submitted by Measure 9 opponents, parody the goofy self-delusion of Measure 9 supporters, and feature persuasive arguments like "agree with us or burn in hell." Don't get us wrong. We support guerilla political tactics of all kinds and we think that "agree with us or burn in hell" is gosh-darn funny. But irony is our bread and butter. The final death rattle of irony can only set in motion dark and desolate days. We know what follows ironic. We looked it up. Two words: Iron lungs. It won't be pretty.

Rampant repetitive stress injury.
In yet another blow to slackers, US West (did you hear they're now Qwest?) instituted mandatory "ten digit dialing" today. Since only four people knew about this before it happened, we thought we'd outline the new rules for all of you who, like us, met with a busy signal the first sixty-four times we tried to call Pizza Oasis today. To the best of our reckoning it goes something like this: if you live in the 503 area code and do not live in a coastal county, you now have to dial an area code all the time, including when you check your voicemail, unless you are calling 911 or 411 or playing "Mary Had a Little Lamb." Sometimes you have to dial a one before the area code, but not when you're calling Tigard. Occasionally you will have to dial a 971 before a number that should be in the 503 area code but isn't, which means you'll have to remember to leave enough space on the napkin when asking for someone's number in a bar. There may be other rules involving rotary phones or modems, but we don't know them. Clearly this is an example of The Man trying, once again, to keep working people down (or at least super busy). Mark our words: if the discontent doesn't spark a revolt, the carpal tunnel will. Portland Libre!

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