STAY THE FIGHT! STRENGTH, EFFORT, AND DISCIPLINE. THESE ARE THE WATCH WORDS OF A WARRIOR -- Kevin Michael Vance
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STAY THE FIGHT! STRENGTH, EFFORT, AND DISCIPLINE. THESE ARE THE WATCH WORDS OF A WARRIOR -- Kevin Michael Vance
STAY THE FIGHT! STRENGTH, EFFORT, AND DISCIPLINE. THESE ARE THE WATCH WORDS OF A WARRIOR -- Kevin Michael Vance

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Kevin Michael Vance
Writer - Portland, Oregon


June 22, 2011

Living here...

Not sure what this says about Portland, Oregon, if indeed it says anything at all, but while dutifully plying my wares at a, sometimes, painfully liberal grocery store I have been able to glean a few tidbits of information I think the general public are not necessarily privy to. One of these strange, yet tiny bits happens to be this: the heart of Portland, its people, would rather say they're sorry than excuse me. This may not seem like much, but in truth, it speaks volumes. What it may very well say is that the majority of Portlands' denizens would rather apologize for making a mistake, or causing undue hardship, rather than open their festering gobs and speak, thereby avoiding said mistake all together. This is not life and death here, I am simply talking about the fairly rigid confines of manners, protocol, and etiquette, three things I humbly and firmly believe to be the bedrock of any civilized society. As I have always said, I tend to find Liberals to be some of the most rude, inconsiderate, and pretentious pack of morons on the planet (which is somewhat contradictory because the majority of the time I lean more towards a liberal thought pattern than not). However, there is, most definitely, something about their holier-than-thou, I-know-better-than-you mantra that causes them to discard good conduct as if they were flicking boogers from an offensive nose. When I say excuse me to a customer I am, more often than not, simply stared at, or, and I do not jest, openly glared upon.

Maybe I am simply old. (Admittedly, I am jaded, bitter and cynical, but I try, as hard as I might, to keep an open mind and a positive attitude.) Maybe I have been ensconced within this fetid, rotting city far too long, and have seen too many dreams die. (And yet, here I am, working and hoping and dreaming. Remember dear reader; I never said I was smart.) Maybe the key is to give up, stop fighting, and become a part of them; just another mustached loser with a mullet.

But then again, maybe I'm actually right, and they are wrong. Maybe it's better to be polite than rude (I sure as hell know it takes less effort, and the positive feedback far outweighs the negative). Maybe all this effort, all this fighting, will some day pay off.

Still, I could be full of shit. Point being, you never know.


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