No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The city of Portland owns a racetrack sited at its northern extreme. It is something of the bane of at least one adjacent neighborhood’s existence.
I live somewhat further away, to the west. Nonetheless, today’s eight-hour motorcycle track meet already has prompted me to close all my windows—a mitigation which has done little to calm my nervous system which already reached a near-overload crisis point within the first fifteen minutes of nonstop noise.
Below is the text of an email I sent at 9:19am to Commissioner Carmen Rubio, who oversees the Parks & Recreation Bureau, which is responsible for Portland International(?) Raceway.
I might receive a response. I won’t receive any relief.
The raceway must be stopped.
Today’s all-day motorcycle track day has only just begun (it’s 9:19am) and as an actually-autistic adult with sensory processing disorder and even all the way over here in St. Johns, inside my apartment, I already can feel my nervous system creeping towards a total overload. There’s literally nothing I can do to escape. It’s untenable to expect me to have to, say, spend eight hours in ear plugs in my own damned living space.
I am literally being tortured right now.