Is a Protest a War? Are two Protests a War? Are 20 Protests a War? Are Hundreds of Protests a War?

Isolate Protests. Circle Back to This.

Portland Protests are searched quickly through Google. As of 9:26 p.m. PST, July 27, 2020, my first result was: Washington Post, heading: “More federal agents dispatched to Portland as protests rise in other cities.”

Portland Protests are searched quickly with a revised Google search addition of “Fox News.” As of 9:30 p.m. PST, July 27, 2020, heading: “Rifle ammunition, Molotov cocktails found by Portland police responding to shooting.”

Both of these headings. Both of these sides. Isolate Portland. Circle Back to This.

War is defined with a more coherent search on the internet as, through Webster, “1a(1): a state of usually open and declared armed hostile conflict between states or nations. (2): a period of such armed conflict (3): STATE OF WAR b: the art or science of warfare c(1)obsolete : weapons and equipment for war (2)archaic : soldiers armed and equipped for war 2a: a state of hostility, conflict, or antagonism b: a struggle or competition between opposing forces or for a particular end a class war, a war against disease.”

Is a Protest a War? Are two Protests a War? Are 20 Protests a War? Are Hundreds of Protests a War? Don’t Isolate these. Stay Here.

Portland Protests. All of the headings. All of the sides. Don’t Separate this. Stay here.

What is War? By any definition, what it is happening in this country, is War. You should not be okay with this. The United States of America cannot be okay with this. This is not a silent protest. This is not something that you simply implore military tactics on; it is clearly not working. This is a loud protest. And these protests are turning into a War because the government does not know how to handle a voice this loud. You should not be okay with this.

“This is a story from when I was in 3rd grade. While I was at school on Monday, I saw everyone’s parents waiting at the school’s front gate. A little later the teacher told us that there were no classes and to go home. I learned later on that a war had broken out on Sunday. At first I didn’t know what war was. I asked everyone around me what it was, but no one told me anything. I assumed what war may be and asked if I was right, but my older brothers didn’t answer my questions well, saying I was bothering them or they were too busy. So one day while I was walking and thinking that ‘I must understand what war is on my own.’, I saw a horse lying upside down with his legs in the air at the waterway. And suddenly I felt like I understood. This is what death is.”