🚨BREAKING: A masked ICE agent was filmed carrying a toddler in pajamas… and walking away.
And given everything we now know about ICE, that should alarm the hell out of you.
Because we are being asked to trust that someone is a legitimate federal agent just because they say they’re ICE… while their face is covered and they refuse to give out their badge numbers.
And when that person is carrying away a fucking toddler, that is not something we should be expected to just shrug off.
Especially when we have learned that ICE’s vetting process is deeply flawed.
The ICE agent who fatally shot Johan Sebastián Durán Guerrero in Maine had years of family court records detailing allegations of domestic and child abuse, including protective orders and other serious red flags.
And somehow, he was still given a badge, a gun, and the authority of the federal government to arrest people, and take children into custody.
And that’s not the only problem…
We are also seeing cases of people impersonating federal immigration agents… including masked individuals using law-enforcement-style clothing, and equipment, to make themselves appear legitimate.
So, when you have a masked man, claiming to be ICE, carrying away a toddler, the question everyone needs to be asking is…
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS PERSON?
How are we supposed to trust a system that has already failed to properly vet the people it gives this kind of power to?
And how the hell are we supposed to tell the difference when criminals can easily pretend to be ICE, too?
This is the terrifying reality of creating a system where people are expected to obey masked men carrying children away… simply because they claim to have government authority.
Thank you @elonmusk for calling Chef Jose Andres an asshole.
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The federal government shouldn’t provide “security” grants to cities and police departments that have decided to go beyond the pale and turn their communities into a version of 1984.
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Democrats forced Graham Platner to step down over serious allegations - but when Max Miller faces serious allegations of throwing boiling water on his ex-wife, beating her, holding a gun to her head and breaking his 2yo daughter’s collarbone - Republicans do nothing.
Kentucky Gov. Andy Beshear in new letter to Mitch McConnell:
"It has now been 43 days since news of your hospitalization. During that time you have cast zero votes, engaged in no official activities... I am calling on you to directly and verbally address the people of Kentucky and provide proof of your capacity to serve, or resign."
I’m Brian Poindexter - I’m a union ironworker, and I’m running for Congress because working people's lives keep getting harder and harder while billionaires keep getting richer and richer.
Washington isn't making it any easier.
I'm ready to fight back. Are you?
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One of the defenders of Mariupol, now a prisoner of war, during a trial in russia. I’ve seen similar images from Auschwitz – this is how the Nazis treated their prisoners.
A Texas letter carrier collapsed and died on his route Monday during an extreme heat warning.
The next day, @EdWorkforceCmte Republicans voted to permanently block a rule guaranteeing workers water breaks and shade in dangerous heat.
Working shouldn't be a death sentence.
The photo shows seven scouts. It was the morning after we broke out of the encirclement. The order was simple: hold our positions until the battalion had withdrawn. We knew this was most likely a one-way ticket.
As we sat in the dugout, waiting for the end, a silence reigned that weighed heavily on our chests. We understood that this was the end, because the longer we held out, the tighter the encirclement would close in, but we remained silent. I still remember that look in my comrade’s eyes. It held the realization that it was the end. It was as if he were saying, “It’s all over, but we’re here, side by side.” It was the look of people who had fought for one another and were ready to face death together.
The line between life and death became as thin as paper. It seemed as if the whole world had fallen silent, as if the war itself had paused to let me be with my thoughts. The warmest moments flashed before my eyes. I thought of my sister, my aunt, my uncle, my wife, my child... I thought, “There’s so much I didn’t get to tell them, so much I haven’t done yet.” And then the most terrifying realization hit me—the world existed without me and would calmly continue to exist without me.
That thought was terrifying, but at the same time, there was a strange, bittersweet freedom in it—the freedom of an absolute limit, when you inwardly accept your own end.
That night we made it out. All seven of us, without a single casualty. But that feeling still haunts me—the feeling that it’s already over, the feeling of the final battle. We came out of there alive, but that experience forever changed the way I view life. Part of my mind, I suppose, is still trying to grasp the fact that after the inevitable “end” for us,
tomorrow has come after all… tomorrow, when we’ll be fighting,
dying, and will no longer see the dawn together…In a couple of days,
“The Artist” will die, and then, with this group gone, I’ll be left alone in the unit.
Glory to the Nation that fights for every morning.
Glory to the Heroes. To those who went out then, and to those who remained in
the ranks forever