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ICE is the enemy.

ICE has committed murder yet again.

ICE is the one kidnapping your neighbors.

ICE is the one that has incited violence.

ICE is the one using children as bait.

He told us, “I have lived a good enough life to attempt to buy you some time to jump out of the third-story windows and give you a chance to live.”

At the time, Republicans claimed that school shootings and piles of dead children were a necessary price to pay to protect the Second Amendment. They insisted the right to bear arms was absolute and untouchable.

But now? They say the Second Amendment no longer applies when the guns are being wielded by law-abiding protesters.

Now, the Second Amendment apparently doesn’t apply because ICE agents can kill someone and use the fact that he was simply legally carrying a gun as justification for that murder.

Let’s remember everyone that we know of who died in ICE custody due to neglect and “undetermined causes” in this past year alone. Again, these are the deaths that we know of:

Genry Ruiz Guillén, Serawit Gezahegn Dejene, Maksym Chernyak, Juan Alexis Tineo-Martinez, Brayan Garzón-Rayo, Nhon Ngoc Nguyen, Marie Ange Blaise, Abelardo Avellaneda, Jesus Molina-Veya, Johnny Noviello, Isidro Pérez, Tien Xuan Phan, Chaofeng Ge, Lorenzo Antonio Batrez Vargas, Oscar Rascon Duarte, Santos Banegas Reyes, Ismael Ayala-Uribe, Norlan Guzman-Fuentes, Miguel Ángel García Medina, Huabing Xie, Leo Cruz-Silva, Hasan Ali Moh’D Saleh, Gabriel Garcia Aviles, Kai Yin Wong, Francisco Gaspar-Andrés, Pete Sumalo Montejo, Shiraz Fatehali Sachwani, Jean Wilson Brutus, Fouad Saeed Abdulkadir, Delvin Francisco Rodriguez and Nenko Stanev Gantchev.

You can read their stories here:

Paintings such as these evoke the same sense of continuity as meticulously carved arabesque. They are a reflection of entropy in the opposite way a knife worn to a sliver of metal is. This was hours upon hours of human effort and precise movement, years of practice, distilled into a mundane image of a class of water, that could easily be photographed a million times by the phones we all have in our pockets.

How gloriously absurd all human endeavors are, to have done such a thing.

Think about it from Grover's perspective. You know Percy as a quiet boy who certainly has his judgy thoughts but (aside from telling them to you) keeps them to himself. He's just trying to make it through school, for his mom.

Then his mom dies. And he loses the ability to give absolutely any fucks. He starts saying all this shit he never said out loud and to people who could do infinitely worse things to him than anything Nancy Bobifit ever even tried. And it only gets worse as he gets older.