PARTY OF YOUTH UPDATE: Gran-Tifa Armed With Folk Songs In Portland.

They are the warriors of our time, fighting for justice. Seriously, these old people (I’m almost there) have nothing better to do then strum on a ukulele, a box drum and sing out of tune to reveal their utter tone-deafness. I think I even heard an out-of-tune trumpet in there. They have retired and are now reaping the rewards of that retirement and free to live in their delusional little utopias. So, what do they do? They bust out in song to relive their days of 60s sit-ins.

This land is your land, this land is my land.

I’m am SHOCKED Maxine Dexter and company did not preface this bad jam session with a paragraphs-long, land acknowledgement of sorts. After all, Maxine and The White Geezers are standing on the very river banks that belonged to indigenous tribes. It was their land. And, now, they pollute it with this noise. The ukuleles!

Exit quote: “Bad Bunny at The Superbowl? Hell no! Not when we have such RAW talent as this on our city streets!”

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