Civility is dead in Oregon.   This is bedlam, a place of tooth and fang,  polarized facts,  all  emotions,  and  fungible according  to modern millennial thought processes and philosophies.  

There is an Oregon out there that is beginning to think  might makes right,  and are close to taking that stand any time the professional protest culture threatens real jobs of real people and taxed businesses.  

I  lost a good  job in 1990,   a position where I bought timber and logs.  I had a chance to work for another company that has survived to the present.  I thought about it for a couple of days,  and told the owner that,  frankly,  I was so pissed off at the whole state of the industry,  its future,  that " I can't take your kind offer."  I wouldn't want his good name sullied by me if some rainbow beret wearing bearded, pierced pot head tried to stop a job I led,  because I was of the mind to turn that  person into plum pudding with a vine maple chunk.  I never again took a timber job.