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Haha, it's raining on Portland's biggest tourist invention, the long-running and long-past-its-prime Rose Festival Grand Floral Parade. It might have been a good idea at its inception decades ago, but am I a sourpuss to think it's spectacularly inane?

Am I the only person on the planet who doesn't love a parade?

You say I must hate kids, who love parades, until they're 10 and then wisely back off.  What explains the elders' love of this deadness? This sameness? This ritual display of civic blindness? This blandness...

I saw one once years ago, and that was enough for me. No mas, kaput, go away.

If any further evidence were necessary, as exhibition and proof of America's dullness and quite-dead cultural standing, this crappy Portland tradition is first and foremost.

People swear parades are harmless.  No, they're displays of ignorance, and ignorance is not harmless.

The Portland festival comes with a carnival on the waterfront where you can spend the money you don't have on junk rides, junk stuffed toy animals, junk food and actual junk if you're tweaking out.

Anyway, I love it when a parade is rained on, and hopefully the same thing will happen when Trump's military parade on Veterans' Day gets washed out by angry clouds and an even angrier citizenry--ha, like that'll ever happen.

Oh well...


TS