Thursday, October 20, 2016

Good Show!


On the last day that offered the last chance...I, Ruth Rader...officially registered to vote in the
upcoming Presidential election.

I believe this news will make some people smile. I hope so...because that person knows that
she is going to get my vote.

I made the decision with my eyes wide open. And I know what I will expect of that woman
who was so cleverly dressed in white tonight.

And I really liked how she jumped at the final bell...with her hand outstretched and ready to
work that entire room.

Good show!

I listened to her opponent one last time before I raised my cup of Keurig coffee to
his image on the flat screen and declared: "Donald John are an asshole."

I am warm, safe and dry in Sisters, Oregon tonight. And I thank those kind people who helped
me after I carelessly left my purse on a bus. Kudos to all of you: The homeless man who
shared his cell phone, the man who bought me dinner, the staff at the local eatery who watched
over me, the bus folks who made sure that my purse and its contents got into the right hands
and to a certain Batman who shall remain anonymous.

Thank you to all of you for making the point again: The States of America always work
better when they are truly United. Teamwork is what being a citizen of this Nation is all about.
And that is a truism that Mister Trump knows nothing about. All of us in our Country are much
better when we reach out to each other.

 So thank God I am free to vote!


Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Kyron: New Age-Enhanced Image Coming

According to the Kyron Horman "GoFundMe" page, a new age-enhanced picture of Kyron will
be available soon:

"Kyron's family has been diligently working with our Law Enforcement team and our NCMEC representatives to finish a new age progression photo of Kyron with a new flyer. Please keep following up and we will post and share it as soon as it is complete. Thank you so much for your continued support of Kyron and our family."--Kelly Ramirez


And I would also like to see a new investigation into the Multnomah County Sheriff's Office
handling of this case. From Day One.

I believe that it isn't about what the MCSO didn't do...but what they did do.

Dan Staton should be re-investigated with a very fine DOJ comb.

A. Very. Fine. Comb.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

PDX Homeless: A Clear Question

                                                   ALL PHOTOS/EDITS BY RUTH RADER

(The following post was written before the storm hit.)

It's been a long time since I waited for the old Central library in downtown Portland, Oregon to open.
When the doors opened today, I watched the crowd around me do everything that they could to justify
every negative thing that the media says about them. Yes folks, it's all true. Every damn word.

I once sat on a blanket on the sidewalk in front of a bastion of poverty on West Burnside Avenue here in Portland. And in the middle of the winter, the mainstream folks (if there is such a thing here)
ignored me while the snow blew in my face.

One day I boarded a bus and I stopped living here in Portland. Most likely I never will again.

Today, I felt the reactions from different people...with edges so sharp that I nearly cut myself on them. If Portland, Oregon ever had a severe homeless has truly become a fatal disease now.

The redneck female bus driver who drove me in from Troutdale (a distant suburb of Portland) this morning eyed my gear and profiled me immediately. I told her where I wanted to be dropped off
at and she (purposefully) dropped me off in the wrong place. When I turned to look at her after I
exited the bus, she wrinkled up her nose, glared at me, closed the door with a slam, put the bus in
gear and roared off.

I finally figured out which MAX (light rail) train to board which in turn brought me to the right
street car. The street car rolled me down to the worst social mess this side of Salt Lake City,
Utah. (Don't believe the media hype. The homeless problem in that community is so bad that
one five-minute glance will numb the mind.) And the first word that grabbed my mind was
"brats." And I am not referring to sausages.

There they were: A group that has no respect for anyone...least of all for themselves. I flashed on
how I was received by the mainstream people before I got to the library. And I realized once
again that those folks saw me as a representative of the same group that I was looking at now.

A black cloud of cigarettes, garbage, rudeness, arrogance and an obvious desire to be allowed carte blanche to be
wrong...swirled around me. I stood there and took the whole picture a wide and weird sort of poverty-fueled
Panavision. I was disgusted...immediately. I still am.

How the homeless people (that I saw) behave here is an outrage. Totally.

When the librarians opened the front doors, I took two steps forward and was immediately
pushed and shoved by the ragged but spoiled bunch of whiners. They rushed the stairs and the
elevator like a stinking pack of wild dogs. When I stepped off the elevator, that same group of
individuals tried to push me a little bit further but this time, I gave them THE LOOK. And like
the small-minded bullies that they are, they backed away and that was the end of that.

The prejudiced rednecks treated me unfairly this morning. Ultimately, the pompous poor did
the same thing. Both were given a choice and both of them blew it. Neither side is any "better"
than the other one. And the one who lost in the equation this morning was and

I don't know what Portland and the State of Oregon are going to do to resolve this problem. And
a part of me believes that it isn't Oregon's responsibility or call to make. Instead, I believe that it is
time for the unwashed masses to grow up. Grow The Hell Up!

After all, who has really let who down?

More to the point, who is ultimately going to lift who up?

It's a clear and direct question...isn't it?

A Spirit All Its Own


A mammoth storm system is slamming into the Pacific Northwest today...and especially into Oregon's coastline.

The red arrow on the map (above) is pointed at the purple circle that indicates where I am at
the moment. I am inland, thank God...and away from the highest winds and the heaviest rain.
It is gradually getting colder here and I am struggling because I don't have the proper warm
and waterproof gear.

But I am inside. Because of some merciful angels, I am inside now. I spent the other night
sitting in my wheeler on the side of the road. The rain fell and slowly began to make a
popsicle out of me.

Then the angels intervened.

Now I am sitting in this motel room.

                                          ALL PHOTOS/EDITS BY RUTH RADER

And I am thinking about Manzanita.

No one ever seemed to care about me in that small town beach community. No, they never

I spent nights in Manzanita over the years. And I usually sat at the picnic table in front of
City Hall.

Sometimes I sat there in Summer and sometimes in Winter. I huddled at that table with
a sleeping bag wrapped around me and other times I sprayed DEET all over my t-shirt and

But if I was hungry, thirsty or one in Manzanita ever cared.

When I came to Manzanita...I was on my own.

When people walked past me, they never responded to my hello. And all the dog walkers
pulled their pooches away from me and kept on walking...silent and staring straight ahead.

The barista at the local coffee place by the bus stop always looked down his or her nose at me.

I was tolerated in Manzanita...but I was never welcome there.

Sometimes, late at night, I would look up at the stars in the sky and wonder what the people
in Manzanita would do if my shoe suddenly laced up on their foot. they're wearing
that shoe.

I wonder how I should feel about that. Should I feel concerned, empathetic and inspired to help them?
Or should I feel vindicated now that the citizens of Manzanita are finally swallowing a long-overdue
dose of karma?

What is the fair and Christian attitude to adopt now that Manzanita has been brought
to its knees?

I will sit in this motel tonight and then head back out on the road tomorrow. And the only
thing that I will know for sure is that, despite everything...the ocean will always have a 
spirit that is all its own.