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    Default Mom protesting black lives matter in Portland gets shot

    Not shot as in a bullet, but shot with an impact munition. Probably hurt like hell, but beats being dead.

    The desired effect of impact munitions is to allow an officer to incapacitate a subject at a distance without inflicting any permanent injury on that subject. To achieve this goal, you have to know where to shoot that subject and how to deliver the impact round on target.
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    I'm a Mom Who Came Out to Protest for Black Lives in Portland. I Was Shot by Federal Agents

    Our president wants you to believe I am a terrorist, a professional agitator stalking the Pacific Northwest.

    Four days before federal agents shoot me in Portland, Ore., I riffle through the garage, shooing spiders from my son’s snowboarding helmet. Will it buckle beneath a steel baton? I press my daughter’s swim goggles to my face, testing the fit. Can they repel tear gas? I run my hands over my husband’s life jacket. Can it stop a bullet?

    (Careful to get in she has a son, and that's how she got a helmet. A son old enough to snowboard, and she herself looks so young. Just sayin! She needs a helmet due to steel batons. She needs goggles due to tear gas. A life jacket as a bulletproof vest. -- Obviously preparing to confront the police and preparing to not move back when ordered)

    I don’t yet realize how many other moms are slipping oven mitts into backpacks (to minimize burns when tossing aside flaming grenades and tear-gas canisters), how many dads are hoisting leaf blowers from sheds (to clear tear gas), how many teens are gathering plastic toboggans to shield themselves from officers in combat fatigues aiming stun-grenade launchers through temporary fencing around the federal courthouse. This is what happens when you rattle the barricade that policymakers hide behind, screaming “Black lives matter,” protesting for 60-plus nights the brutal tactics officers use to kill Black men on camera and Black women in beds.

    (Mom's and Dad's (sympathizing) bringing protective gloves, leaf blowers, homemade shields... and then the 'killing of black women in beds'. I know of one EVER)

    The night I am shot, the sky shimmers with a leftover Fourth of July firework lit by a privileged son whose college closed in the spring. He is here because Black lives matter to him but also because he senses the video game he now plays nightly has sprung to life and he won’t be left out. That boy is pretext, he and his friends tossing plastic water bottles at stone walls, justification for an elite force to quell a gathering of Black people and their allies at the door of the same courthouse where four years earlier the white militiamen who led an armed takeover of another federal building in Oregon were acquitted of any wrongdoing in a 41-day siege.

    (She was "shot". She already went with a broken ankle. Keeps claiming "shot", but more like hit with an impact munition, non-lethal device - and it hit her in the same ankle. No proof, just her whining) - (These plastic water bottles they are tossing, many are frozen, or just filled with liquid or even filled/frozen with feces. Fireworks turned into homemade mortars. Powerful lasers trying to blind the police.)

    I listen to a Black man on the Justice Center steps invoke the memory of John Lewis while thousands of doctors, veterans, teachers, attorneys stand peacefully, our hands in the air. It is Lewis’ words–“Freedom is the continuous action we all must take, and each generation must do its part to create an even more fair, more just society”–that echo as the gas swallows me. I feel men crashing into me as they flee pepper bullets and fires from flash-bang grenades, dragging choking, bleeding bodies away, but I hold my ground because I know the law: a federal injunction prohibits the use of gas unless the lives or safety of the public or the police are at risk, and that is obviously not the case here. I listen and am prepared to obey dispersal orders from authorities, but they never come.

    (Doctors, veterans, teachers, attorneys... more like antifa scumbags or young scumbags looking to rebel, or destroy and steal shit. Then she uses a touching quote about history to try and excuse or legitimize their actions. Then the police move in when things were often declared illegal and/or riots. But she is SO SO smart, and SHE knows the law, so decided to stand her ground.)

    But I am also naively stunned by the suspension of my lifelong privilege. Those federal agents are the brothers-in-arms of men I love–my father the Navy submariner, my former father-in-law the disabled Marine, the police officer I swooned over in my youth–and I am a white woman, the high school cheerleader those feds once fell for, the sorority girl they courted, the one person those officers truly referred to when they swore an oath to serve and protect. If they are willing to turn on me, to fire on me, for finally breaking my silent complicity and standing with and for my Black neighbors, what havoc will be wreaked on the Black bodies left behind if I vacate this street?

    (Oh, her lifelong privilege, what a twit. Then speaks sweet nothings about the police, so it sounds so so horrible when she then tells you that they upheld the law. - and it wasn't for anything unlawful all these idiots did - but for standing with her black neighbors. And the horrors, what if she leaves, what will they do with the poor black people in the streets, their bodies left behind? You know, the people that were barely there when this shit breaks out)

    For a second the gas lifts, and it seems there are only a few women left, standing arm in arm in the yellow shirts those agents know mark us as mothers, just empty asphalt between us and the men some other mothers raised.

    And that is when they shoot us, point blank, with impact munitions. The woman on my right falls forward; the woman on my left is struck in the head; I feel my bone break. My right ankle is encased in a bulky cast after a fall the previous week, and those American sons shoot my other foot out from under me.

    (That is when they deployed the tear gas since none of us would listen, and because everyone I was with were fighting back with the police and trying to harm them. They also deployed non-lethal bullets and paint balls and other devices against the people that were aiming at them, and at those refusing to back off.... and then she and others quickly find out that their aim is pretty good.)

    Today, now that federal agents have withdrawn, our protests go on peacefully. But America, be wary. Forget Portland at your peril. Everyone thinks they’d have joined the Resistance if they lived in 1940s Europe, when we know that most stayed inside, served supper, tucked the children into bed with a kiss and a lie: “All is well, close your eyes.”

    Don’t wait to be knocked off your feet. It may be you they aim for next.

    (Sure, just like it was SO peaceful for the prior 60 days, twit. --- and lets others know, that hey, if you stand your ground when they declare things a riot or illegal gathering, and do what is "right" and refuse to leave, you too may sniff some tear gas or find out if your umbrella makes for good protection)

    https://time.com/5876596/portland-fe...ents-shooting/
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    The problem with using impact munitions is obvious. Go back to live rounds.
    “When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke

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    This woman displays all the characteristics of a bad liar. First, she describes her side with only glowing terms. They are all a bunch of "Moms" with snowboarding kids, they're standing peacefully with their hands up in the air, and they're prepared to obey dispersal orders from authorities but those orders never came. Her side never does a single thing wrong, according to her. Second, and expectedly, she describes the police as bad in every way. They shoot tear gas at the protesters no reason, they shoot plastic bullets at protesters for no reason, and they ignore the yellow "Moms vest" she's wearing that should give her immunity. Finally, she ends the story with a blatant factual lie that "Today, now that federal agents have withdrawn, our protests go on peacefully". Anyone who watches the news can easily see video of Portland protesters in the last few nights lighting fires, and throwing rocks, frozen water bottles, and fireworks at police.

    Let's face it. There are only two types of people at these protest-riots. Violent Antifa-types, and "dupes" that think they are helping black people but are instead making things worse. I will give her benefit of the doubt and say she is a "dupe". But who knows?
    Ecclesiastes 10:2 - A wise man's heart directs him to the right, but a foolish man's heart directs him to the left.
    Wise men don't need advice, and fools won't take it - Ben Franklin
    "It's not how you start, it's how you finish."

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