ICE Bites

One little-talked about provision of the tax and budget bill that is now law is that Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) gets funded to the tune of $170 billion, $45 billion of that for detention centers (also known as concentration camps) alone.  That's actually more funding than armies in other countries get, including the Russian army.

And the new hires for ICE are all masked and anonymous foot soldiers who are prepared to go anywhere in America and arrest any Hispanic-looking or mullatoesque American on the suspicion of being in this country illegally - with no due process.  You don't know who these ICE agents are.  They could be January 6 insurrectionists.  They could be former security officers from Trump properties.  One of them could be your next-door neighbor.  Or her husband.  That's right, many of these masked, brawny agents could be women, wearing fake masculine torsos to disguise their breasts so that they appear to be men to the naked eye.  All the better to keep anyone from identifying them when any of the twelve republics that emerge from the dissolution of the United States try to hold accountable everyone that participated in the Trump roundup of undocumented immigrants - and political opponents of the regime; you think Trump is going to stop at undocumented immigrants? - and send these war criminals to The Hague.

The first such example of Trump's cruelty is the new concentration camp for undocumented immigrants in the Florida Everglades built by Florida governor and MAGA acolyte Ron DeSantis at a reclaimed airstrip surrounded by swamps infested by man-eating wildlife, particularly alligators.  Dubbed the "Alligator Alcatraz," the camp is considered inescapable, though no one would blame anyone who tired to escape.  The camp is mostly a bunch of tents with no creature comforts or climate control, food so poor in quality it makes C-rations seem like Le Cirque entrees, and few if any sanitary facilities. 

I can picture the inevitable Hollywood movie about Alligator Alcatraz that will be made long after Trump is gone and when California is an independent republic, with the mid-21st-century Latino equivalent of William Holden as one of the prisoners, and with a scene in which the commandant of the camp addresses the migrants . . . "By the way, if you have any plans of escaping, there are alligators in the swamp that would love to eat you for a meal. If you get past the alligators, you'll have to deal with the pythons who'll squeeze you to death. If you get past the pythons, you'll have to deal with the Florida panthers ready to maul yas. And if you get past the panthers . . . you'll have to deal with me. And if I get my hands on you . . . you'll wish you'd been killed by one of the others."

For now, we have Trump's version of reality, because Trump thinks his regime is nothing but one big beautiful reality show.