Every couple of weeks or so I appear on One America News Network’s “The Daily Ledger” with Graham Ledger. We call the segment “Crazy California.”
Believe me, there’s an endless supply of ‘crazy’ produced by full time legislators who have nothing better to do than mess with Californians’ lives for the sheer sport of it.
But on Monday I got a wonderful surprise. Graham wanted to talk about Oregon’s Blue Collar Rebellion!
This is the organic movement started by rank and file blue collar workers – loggers, farmers truckers, families – against the breathtakingly sweeping global warming cap and tax bill. He was keenly interested in the resulting walk out by the Oregon Senate Republicans. He pitched it to me with about 45 seconds to spare and I said great, let’s do it!
Here’s the video, but now don’t tune after we talk about Oregon. I want you to keep watching about Crazy California because that’s where Oregon is headed if this wealth confiscation is allowed to pass. Make sure you don’t have anything breakable in your hands.
I know, I know, you may be thinking, what does she know? Well, as a native Oregonian, a 20-year-long radio talk host in Portland (amid my So Cal radio and TV stuff) and a writer for a local publication as well as my website since 2005, I know a few things about Oregon.
When he was a young man with young children in NE Portland, my Dad worked in the Oregon forests (Coast Range and sometimes out in Sandy as I recall) as a logger and forester and later as a “shareholder” of the Multnomah Plywood Co-Op on the banks of the Willamette River. It’s roughly where the South Waterfront redevelopment is now.
My family was certainly upwardly mobile, but it took a helluva lot of work by my Dad, who just died in January, and my Mom, who became a mailman, to keep us going.
My parents used to go to the military surplus store to get us food. I loved their beans and brown bread in a can. Sometimes we had white rice steeped in milk and covered with cinnamon and sugar for dinner. What a treat. Dessert, if we had it, was piece of cheap balloon bread with butter and sugar on it or, if we got our hands on fresh fruit, a cobbler. Handmade, naturally.
My grandma and grandpa used to bring us groceries when they came to visit to help our family. My sisters used to take the rickety berry bus at 5am to earn money for necessities. Our clothes came from the thrift store on 82nd (I think it was) and, if we were really lucky, Wigwam. We were allowed two pair of shoes each per year. It was a real struggle for my folks when we needed a third pair for gym class. We wore those shoes till our toes were sneaking out the tops.
If this wholesale ‘climate’ and other Democrats have plans to pass are allowed to take effect, the lives of blue collar families and every-other family for that matter- is allowed to go forward (no, I don’t believe it’s dead) you’d better hope there are some MRE’s available at the Army-Navy Surplus store for you to beg. What a disaster.