The above photo on the left is Renee Nicole Good, the 37-year-old mother who was murdered on January 7th in Minneapolis by ICE Agent Jonathan Ross. The photo on the right is bystander video at the scene, when she was shot in the face point blank.
Today, JD Vance shared a video, claiming that it proves that Ross was in fear for his life, and that Good was trying to run him down. The video shows nothing of the sort. It shows her turning the vehicle away from Ross (who is the one filming), and saying what turned out to be her final words: “I’m not mad at you, dude.” Ross then shoots repeatedly into her head. Afterward, he can be heard saying “fucking bitch.”
I’m not going to share the video. It can easily be found, if you so choose. But I’ve got to say this: in what world could anyone watch that and think it justified what happened? And it’s not just Vance (and other members of the Trump regime). It’s regular American citizens as well. I’ve seen comments posted to news stories where Americans are claiming it was justified, that she “fucked around and found out”, that she was “asking for it”, and even worse, mocking her death with glee that an ideological “enemy” was slaughtered.
I can’t see a way out of this. The only real power we have is our vote…11 months from now. God only knows what further horrific outrage will occur during those 11 long months… but even with a vote forthcoming, how do we vote ourselves out of this, when millions of our fellow citizens are eager to excuse the murder of their opponents… if not outright celebrate it? How the hell does voting fix that?
Dark times are ahead, folks. I wish I was more optimistic, but I’m not. All I see coming is violence and pain, and what might be the total collapse of a nation… and a not-small part of me worries that the collapse has already happened, and we’re all too shell-shocked to realize it.
It’s fucking hard to keep doing what I do, making distractions to entertain people with fantasy worlds. I know that in the broader scope of things, it doesn’t matter in the slightest. But it’s what I know how to do, and so I keep doing it — like a zombie going through the motions because it doesn’t realize it’s already dead.
Tell your loved ones that they matter. Hold them close. Right now, it may be all we have left.