“SI SE PUEDE!” was the chant as thousands of marchers took to the streets of Will is Homeless In Portland’s town for today’s May Day celebration of low wages, non-existent health care and day care benefits and the baldfaced practices of the big banks’ foreclosure merchants.
Since we live thousands of miles from Puebla, Mexico and have absolutely no idea what Cinco de Mayo commemorates, the holiday is celebrated for an entire week. That gives local restauranteurs and bar owners time to trot out the local folklorico dance troupe and a few mariachi bands. So it is only natural that a young man in Uto-Aztecan ritual attire would act as drum major.
Police presence was minimal, the city’s finest having been put on their best behavior by federal investigators curious as to why so many folks the police were sworn to protect and serve were being killed by them. Then too, public assembly is about the only time the police get to trot out and dust off the ole helicopter. As “protest” marches go, this on was pretty laid back, but I suspect people were pacing themselves. It’s not only Cinco de Mayo week, but Kentucky Derby is on deck and World Naked Bike Ride on June 8.
In this foto, belly dancers escort a fairly reasonable paper-mache facsimile of the Wall Street Bull along the parade route. In the final shot, we have powerful anti-capitalist rhetoric coupled with a kitten meme. What could be more American than that? Gracias.
Portland’s Japanese Garden with weeping tree not yet in bud. The moss-covered soil gleamed brighter than emerald when the sun shone. Unfortunately, the day was mostly overcast.
Here’s a hint of that emerald on this mossy hillside.
Hillside pond with small brook. All of the water features were manufactured.
No Japanese garden would be complete without a rock garden. I was disappointed by the ones here. These rocks look like sea animals breaking the surface.
Attractive Latina pretending to talk with friends, but really paying more attention to her phone. Here’s a shot of her boots.
Nice boots. I’m not sure of the purpose of the metal hoops on the back. Maybe for spurs. Feet’s definitely too big. Successful outing. Two mile walk including public transportation. Normal admission is $10. Too high I think.
MARRIED SPANISH WOMEN FALLEN ON HARD TIMES
STARTING AT 140 CM CHEST
24 HOURS (ALSO HOUSE CALLS)
You know your country’s in crisis when an “escort service” starts offering local housewives who need help paying the mortgage.
See also: Scenes from Spanish Austerity.
Economic shambles in Spain provides job opportunities for Spanish housewives. That’s what I love about the Spanish. They are so enterprising! When life gives them lemons, they make lemonade. Thanks, lardhat!