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Portland terrorists (aka "antifas") will use ANY reason to riot.

The most recent excuse was the ill-advised SCOTUS decision on abortion that I would estimate 80% of my fellow Oregonians disagree with.

So, why are they rioting? Have women been forced to look to back alley abortionists?

No. In fact Oregon is building clinics to allow women from nearby Mountain states that are likely to "trigger" abortion prohibitions in those states.

Oregon not only has zero barriers to abortion, something I and many Oregonians agree with, but there are no barriers because of age, residency or income. In fact Oregon's State Constitution guarantees a woman's right to choice, so that absent an actual federal ban on states allowing abortion (something that exists only in the fevered imagination of radicals and Clarence Thomas) there is literally no place IN THE WORLD that makes access to abortion easier than Oregon.

So, why are they breaking windows, setting fires, and violating the law while police stand by and "observe?" Because they like burning and destroying stuff and spreading terror in a once-weird but cool community.

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I was born and raised in the Bay Area and lived in San Francisco for thirty years. I moved out of state a year ago. I have children and I was very concerned for their well being and safety as they moved into adolescence. It broke my heart to leave the city that was once my home. I left behind a community of cherished friends and colleagues. I hold precious memories from my childhood to adulthood. Dinner celebrations at the Cliff House. Restaurants from North Beach to the theatre district where I’d waited tables as I worked to make ends meet while pursuing creative endeavors. Meeting my husband in the theatre. Getting married at City Hall. The birth of my own children and the years dedicated to their school and our church community. My volunteer work with a number of organizations. All in San Francisco. Sadly, I also witnessed it’s demise. I remember my then 7-year old son asking me why the man on the corner was giving himself “a shot”. Being chased by a meth head with my other son on our way home from the park on a Sunday afternoon. Walking over bodies to get to my front door with my children in tow. After personally witnessing two flash mobs raid my local Walgreens, I no longer allowed my children to come with me when they simply wanted to tag along to look in the toy section. I could no longer rationalize staying in San Francisco with the hope that things would improve. When I finally left, I didn’t move. I fled. I am homesick everyday, but the city I once loved is gone.

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