SH*T MY UNCLE SAYS: Can’t Happen Here?


It’s the middle of the night and out of the darkness on a quiet street in one of the nation’s major cities black SUVs with full-tinted windows screech to the curb. Out jump heavily armed stormtroopers in full camouflage field uniforms complete with SMUSgas masks and full facial coverings. Words are exchanged between the armed men and the civilians they have quickly detained on the sidewalk. Next thing you know the civilians are being led back to the SUVs and forcibly placed therein. The vehicles and their unwilling passengers quickly disappear into the night. Who were the detainees? Why and where were they being taken? Who were the armed men? What was their purpose? Who do they represent? Nazi Germany, July, 1934? Hell, no! This took place two day ago in Portland, Oregon!

Hopefully there are a LOT of people in and out of government who want answers to those five aforementioned questions. In fact, EVERY American citizen who actually GIVES a shit about the direction in which their democracy is heading should be screaming their outrage from the rooftops of our tallest buildings as well as up, down and throughout the seemingly deserted halls and chambers of the Capitol Building! WTF is going on? From the Oregon governor to the Speaker of the U.S.House of Representatives, enraged Americans want to know and they want to know NOW! Trust me, if you don’t care enough to angrily question your Representative and Senators NOW, this scene will be playing out in a city or town near you before you can say “wannabe Fuhrer in Chief”! — WILLIAM C. HENRY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Fed up later stage septuagenarian who has actually been most of there and done most of that. Born and raised in the picturesque Pocono Mountains. Quite well educated. Very lucky to have been born into a well-schooled and somewhat prosperous family. Long divorced. One beautiful, brilliant daughter. Two far above average grandsons. Semi-retired (how does anyone manage to do it completely these days?) and fully-tired of bullshit. Uncle of the Editor-In-Chief.