ICE is what happens when an empire built on slavery, theft, and genocide gets bored of poisoning the rest of the world and decides, “Fuck it, let’s culture the infection at home.” So it goes digging around in the societal gutter of brackish water with both hands, scraping up the most useless, unqualified, absolute bottom-shelf, off-brand, expired-ass, brain-dead fuckwit dipshits it can possibly find—the kind of inbred simpletons who look at basic instructions and their last remaining neuron just clocks out and lights a cigarette. The individuals who constitute ICE and DHS are not serious adults. They are walking fucking hazards. Evolutionary cul-de-sacs. Discount psychos with the emotional maturity of a pissed-off spoiled-rotten eighth grader and the problem-solving skills of a damp paper bag. The sort of pitiful and dangerous dumbasses who’d fail an open-book test written in finger paint, with the answers highlighted in neon, the teacher whispering the solutions in their ear, and a big-ass flashing cartoon arrow pointing at the right choice, and they’d still sit there like, “Huhhhh?” Then the system, run by even more pathetic sentient scum, in its infinite KKK clown-shit wisdom, goes, “Yeah, that guy. Give that fucking guy some authority.” Authority as in a badge, a fucking gun, and permission to ruin someone’s life, like that isn’t the most deranged, sociopathic possible way to weaponize the absolute bottom rung of humanity. The creatures that make up ICE and DHS all move through life like political amoebas: spineless, shapeless, and drifting toward whatever filth will feed their endless resentment. Zero conscience, just pseudopodia of racism and petty power groping around for someone or something weaker to fuck with. ICE is a microbial culture of dangerous and vile spite in pathetic uniform, multiplying in the damp dark of systemic rot, thriving on the worst categories of human ignorance and cruelty like it’s their nutrient medium. It is a slime-mold bureaucracy with guns. A walking infection. Pathology with paperwork and absolutely no morals. All they do is contaminate. They spread the same sickness to others just like them everywhere they touch: paranoia, racism, violence, and the smug certainty of humanoid forms too empty and lacking in all that makes one human to feel a single shred of shame. The agency, and all within it, are a disease process that can only be characterized as fully parasitic, opportunistic, and foul, oozing through the cracks of a rotten empire, making everything around it sicker just by existing. ~~~~from the desk of Oliver Kornetzke

 

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