Picture a Democrat strategist huddled in a dimly lit war room, scribbling on a whiteboard that’s more smudge than strategy.
“Outrage of the Week” tops the list, followed by bullet points that read like a bad sequel script:
Trump’s health scare, Epstein reruns, tariff tantrums, and now, the grand finale: a Minneapolis meltdown over a woman who decided playing chicken with ICE was her idea of civic duty. If predictability were an Olympic sport, Democrats would lap the field blindfolded, gold medals dangling from their virtue-signaling necks. But here’s the twist no one’s laughing at yet: every swing they take at the Trump piñata just scatters more candy for conservatives, proving once again that the left’s real talent isn’t policy—it’s performance art with a body count.
This week, we reflect to the frozen streets of Minneapolis, where on January 7, 2026, Renee Nicole Good met her untimely end not in some poetic haze, but in a vehicular standoff with an ICE agent named Jonathan Ross. According to dashcam footage that’s now circulating faster than leftist tears, Good and her wife pulled up to an ICE operation targeting immigration fraud, armed with nothing but whistles, signs, and a SUV that suddenly lurched forward like it had a mind of its own. Ross, fearing for his life as the vehicle bore down, fired three shots through the windshield.
Tragic? Undeniably. But predictable? Absolutely, especially when you peel back the layers of Good’s affiliations.
She wasn’t just a passerby; she was entangled with Defend 612, a radical outfit that’s essentially the neighborhood watch for anarchy, training activists to “take risks” by blocking federal agents and turning routine enforcements into flash mobs of disruption.
Supported by the Sunrise Movement—the same eco-zealots puppeteered by AOC—this group isn’t about peaceful protest; it’s a tactical manual for obstruction, complete with “noise demonstrations” that sound less like activism and more like a toddler’s tantrum amplified through a megaphone.
Democrats, ever the opportunists, pounced on Good’s death like it was the next George Floyd catalyst, scheduling protests that promised riots but delivered more yawns than flames. Senators like Tina Smith decried it as an “abomination,” while congressional leaders threatened to slash DHS funding, painting ICE as rogue cowboys in a liberal fever dream.
Democrats: the same folks who incentivized this chaos in the first place.
For years, they’ve romanticized resistance to law enforcement, turning “defund the police” into a bumper sticker while ignoring how it radicalizes the unhinged. Good, portrayed by media as a saintly poet and mother of three, was no innocent bystander; footage shows her “impeding” agents, stalking their operations in a game of cat-and-mouse that ended with her as the mouse.
And the protests? They fizzled faster than a socialist’s budget plan, drawing crowds heavy on white Leftist women but light on actual impact—unlike the 2020 Floyd riots that torched billions in property and lives.
Dr. Naomi Wolf nailed it in her viral tweet, observing how these confrontations reveal a deeper frustration: liberal white women, starved of real masculine energy in their echo chambers of “woke gender hectoring,” crave the kinetic thrill of battling ICE’s “strong, physically confident” agents.
It’s not justice they’re after; it’s catharsis, a twisted release from lives marinated in estrogenized passivity and unfulfilled outrage.
Look at the footage from these “ICE Watch” stunts—smiles creeping across faces as they block vehicles, like they’re starring in their own forbidden romance novel where the bad boy is a fed with a badge. Meanwhile, people of color are conspicuously absent from these white-dominated spectacles, leaving the hypocrisy hanging like a noose: why are affluent progressives the face of “solidarity” when the communities they claim to defend stay home?
But this Minnesota mess is just the latest bead on the Democrats’ rosary of failures.
Cast your mind back a month—weren’t they dissecting Trump’s medical records like vultures at a roadside feast, whispering about his imminent demise?
Headlines screamed frailty, yet here he stands in 2026, healthier than their poll numbers, orchestrating global wins while they nurse grudges. Before that, the Epstein tapes resurfaced like a bad ex at a wedding, with Democrats hyping “bombshells” that bombed spectacularly, revealing more about their selective amnesia than any conspiracy. And tariffs? Oh, the irony burns brighter than a MAGA rally bonfire. Eric Swalwell, that relic of Democratic muscle-memory, recently vowed that if his party claws back Congress in 2026, they’ll dismantle Trump’s trade barriers—ignoring how those very tariffs rebuilt American manufacturing and shielded workers from China’s predatory grip.
Data doesn’t lie: under Trump, U.S. steel production surged 8% in his first term, adding 80,000 jobs, while Democrat-backed free trade pacts hemorrhaged millions to overseas sweatshops.
Swalwell’s bluster? It’s the ghost of a party that can’t cheat its way to majorities anymore, post-2024 election reforms that plugged the fraud faucets.
Then there’s Venezuela, where Democrats’ hypocrisy hits operatic highs.
For years, they bayed for regime change, decrying Maduro’s socialist nightmare that starved millions and rigged elections worse than a Chicago ward boss. Biden’s crew slapped sanctions, recognized opposition leaders, and even floated military options—until Trump actually did it. In a daring 2026 raid, U.S. forces nabbed Maduro, extraditing him to face justice, and suddenly Democrats morphed into peaceniks, wailing about “escalation” and “misleading Congress”.
Ranking Member of the Armed Services Committee, Democrat Congressman Adam Smith called it an overreach, forgetting his party’s own calls for Maduro’s ouster.
The punchline? Trump’s move stabilized oil prices, dropping global benchmarks 15% and easing inflation that Democrats’ green fantasies inflated.
It’s not principle; it’s partisanship, pure as a politician’s promise.
Robby Starbuck summed it up brilliantly:
In under a year, Democrats herded their flock into defending Tren de Aragua gangs, Somali fraud rings, MS-13 thugs, communism, cop-ramming, Antifa arson, Maduro’s tyranny, Hamas horrors, Sharia strictures, assassination plots, and kiddie gender experiments—an “evil but impressive psychological operation”
Evil, yes; impressive? Only if you admire a house of cards built on lies.
Remember Hunter Biden’s laptop? Dismissed as Russian disinformation by 51 intel hacks, only for the truth to emerge unapologetically—no retractions, just radio silence. Biden’s dementia? Covered like a state secret for four years, with Democrats soft-shoeing their complicity even now. These aren’t slips; they’re strategies, intentional wounds on America’s body politic: flooding borders with illegals (over 10 million under Biden, per CBP data, fueling crime spikes in sanctuary cities), radicalizing kids in classrooms with CRT indoctrination that divides more than it educates, and ceding sovereignty to globalist leeches who view Uncle Sam as an ATM.
To grasp leftist logic is to enter a funhouse mirror where up is down and hypocrisy is the admission fee. When whites settle in African nations, it’s colonialism—a scourge to be protested. But Africans flooding Western shores? That’s multiculturalism, a rainbow utopia to be celebrated, never mind the cultural clashes or welfare strains. Data bears this out: European nations like Sweden saw rape rates soar 1,472% post-mass migration waves, per Gatestone Institute reports, while Democrats here push “diversity” as if it’s a panacea, not a powder keg. This double standard isn’t oversight; it’s orchestration, eroding national identity one policy flip-flop at a time.
Historically, conservatives have been the steady hand against such madness.
Think Reagan’s amnesty in ’86—meant as a one-time fix, but exploited by Democrats into endless open borders. Trump’s wall, tariffs, and energy independence reversed that, boosting GDP growth to 2.9% pre-COVID while slashing illegal crossings 90% in key sectors. Contrast with Democrat eras: Carter’s malaise, Obama’s anemic recovery, Biden’s inflation inferno. The left’s wars against Trump aren’t battles won; they’re self-inflicted defeats, rope after rope they eagerly knot into nooses. President Trump doesn’t run; he ropes them in, letting their outrage engines overheat until they stall.
In the end, Democrats’ predictability isn’t just laughable—it’s lethal. They create the kooks, lionize the lawbreakers, then feign shock when reality bites back. Minnesota’s chief Brian O’Hara defended rioters who later chased him down, a perfect metaphor for the left eating its own.
As protests sputter and truths emerge, one thing’s clear: the outrage carousel spins on, but the riders are getting dizzy. Conservatives? We’re just watching from solid ground, popcorn in hand, knowing the show always ends the same way—with Trump winning, America stronger, and Democrats wondering where it all went wrong. Again.
