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Time to spend some of those canned goods and ammo you’ve been hoarding in downtown Portland

by on August 11, 2020

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  • Flatulent Filbert August 11, 2020, 3:33 PM

    And how many times did he vote Democrat in the last 70 years?

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  • Uncle Mikey August 11, 2020, 4:10 PM

    Death to Marxist filth

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  • ghostsniper August 11, 2020, 7:05 PM

    whiney sissy

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  • Sixtyville August 12, 2020, 10:06 AM

    Uncle Fester is alive! Alive!

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  • John the River August 12, 2020, 11:32 AM

    Point is, is he ready to vote for Donald Trump in November?

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  • Anonymous August 14, 2020, 7:09 AM

    So, if he’s not lying, Portland has been the center of his Universe for seventy uninterrupted years, and now he’s whining about having wasted his life as a pathetic ‘white’ Murikan Cuck…..begging for someone else to protect him and his surroundings.
    Reap what you’ve sown Cucks. Reap the whirlwind.

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  • Bonaventure August 14, 2020, 7:10 AM

    So, if he’s not lying, Portland has been the center of his Universe for seventy uninterrupted years, and now he’s whining about having wasted his life as a pathetic ‘white’ Murikan Cuck…..begging for someone else to protect him and his surroundings.
    Reap what you’ve sown Cucks. Reap the whirlwind.

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