I am fucking furious, and I’m done pretending that polite language is going to save anyone. Renee Good is dead because the United States government sent armed ‘agents,’ who were probably hopped up on Monster Energy Drink and gas station boner pills, into a neighborhood, and one of them decided fear was an excuse to kill a woman. A mother. A U.S. citizen. A person whose child had already lost their father and now gets to grow up an orphan because a masked federal agent pulled a trigger and the system immediately bent itself backwards to protect him.

This wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a tragedy. It was a choice.

Renee Good was not a domestic terrorist. She was not some cartoon villain dreamed up by right-wing propaganda addicts. She was driving a car. In her glove box were stuffed animals for her kid. That fact alone should haunt every single person who rushed to justify her death, because it destroys the lie that she was some imminent, monstrous threat. The state wants you to picture a violent extremist; the reality was a mother thinking about her child, and that disconnect is everything.

The coward who shot her remains unnamed, which is not a coincidence. He was masked, heavily armed, and, according to what is visible on video, not clearly identifiable as law enforcement in a way that any reasonable person would instantly recognize. In my opinion, that matters. A lot. Because when a masked fat fuck with sausage fingers and a gun without clear identification surrounds a vehicle in a residential neighborhood during a raid nobody asked for, panic is not proof of guilt. It’s a human reaction. And responding to that panic with bullets is not bravery. It’s the worst form of cowardice.

I’m not going to pretend otherwise. In my judgment, this was a coward with a gun who killed an unarmed woman and lived, while she didn’t. And now the system is doing what it always does. It’s circling wagons, sealing names, smearing the dead, and calling it “self-defense,” as if repeating the phrase enough times will make it true.

ICE wants you to believe this is about safety. It isn’t. It’s about power without accountability. It’s about an agency that recruits aggressively, arms people quickly without much training, and drops them into communities with extraordinary legal insulation, then acts shocked when predictable violence follows. Call it law enforcement culture if you want. I call it state-funded jack-booted thuggery with a badge.

And of course the political machine snapped into place immediately. The tangerine-tinged sex pet of an excuse of a president, Donald Trump, in a display of absolute moral rot, claimed Renee Good “violently, viciously, and willfully” attacked the agent who killed her and framed her as part of the “Radical Left,” because dead women are easier to slander than armed agents are to discipline. Kristi Noem, between her busy schedule of killing puppies, labeled this single mother a domestic terrorist and echoed the same self-defense script because dehumanization is policy. And Laura Loomer managed to drag pronouns into it, sneering at the fact that Renee listed she/her on social media, because cruelty is the point and empathy is a liability in that ecosystem. And by ecosystem I mean the equivalent of Chernobyl being dumped into the Love Canal. But, I digress.

What makes this even harder to stomach are the reports and eyewitness accounts that agents prevented immediate medical aid from reaching Renee Good after she was shot. Whether through ineptitude or malice, the result was the same. A woman bled to death while armed men stood between her and help. If that doesn’t piss you off, check your pulse because you probably have no heart.

And here’s the question I can’t stop asking. Why isn’t the fat fucking Gravy Seal who shot her sitting in a cell? Why does federal authority function like a magic shield that turns killing into paperwork and outrage into “internal review”? If this were anyone else, if Renee Good had fired that gun, we wouldn’t be debating nuance. We’d be watching a perp walk.

What truly breaks my brain is how many people are defending this. They stare straight at the evidence and choose loyalty to the Dorito Dictator over humanity. If your first instinct is to excuse a woman’s killing because you don’t like her politics, her pronouns, or the people you imagine she represents, then no, you don’t have empathy. You don’t have a soul. You have a team jersey soaked in blood and nothing else.

This feels like the last fucking straw because it’s no longer theoretical. This isn’t about abstract civil liberties or slippery slopes. This is a woman dead in the street, a child without parents, and a government insisting this is what safety looks like. These are Gestapo tactics, KGB tactics, Spetsnaz tactics—pick your favorite historical parallel—but they are not supposed to be American tactics.

And I’m angry because I don’t know what lever is left to pull. We can’t wait for midterms while people die. We can’t trust a Congress that keeps finding excuses to do nothing. We can’t rely on institutions that reflexively protect themselves first. Something has to give, because this regime is showing us exactly who it is, and it’s not even pretending anymore.

Renee Good should be alive. Her child should have a mother. And until there is real accountability—not statements, not reviews, not bullshit talking points—none of us should accept this as normal. Because it isn’t. And anyone who says otherwise is lying to themselves to sleep at night.

I don’t have a clean answer, and I don’t trust anyone who claims they do. What I know is this. Silence is exactly what power is counting on. Saying Renee Good’s name matters. Demanding that the man who shot her be named matters. Refusing to call this “self-defense” when an unarmed woman was shot in the face by a masked federal agent matters. Nothing changes if we wait politely, calm ourselves down, or tell ourselves it’s complicated. Nothing changes if we let euphemisms bury the truth. Renee Good should be alive. Her child should have a mother. And until that reality is confronted honestly and publicly, nothing about this country deserves to call itself just.

And if you’re tempted to “both sides” this first off, fuck you, but secondly, you better understand what that choice really is. Fence-sitting doesn’t stop violence. It clears the path for it. History shows, again and again, that when power accelerates, the people standing in the middle aren’t moderating anything; you get run over in ‘the middle of the road.’ This isn’t a theoretical debate. A woman is dead. A child is alone. If that doesn’t force you to choose a side, then comfort has replaced conscience, and that is how brutality becomes routine.

And to the bootlickers defending this shooting, look at yourselves. You watched a woman die and immediately started hunting for excuses. You didn’t ask whether lethal force was necessary. You asked how to justify it. You didn’t grieve a mother; you weighed her worth. You turned fear into permission and obedience into morality. That isn’t “law and order.” That’s submission. If your empathy shuts off the moment a badge enters the frame, your values aren’t principled; they’re conditional. And if you can look at an unarmed woman killed by a masked agent and feel nothing but relief that authority went unchallenged, don’t talk to me about safety, civility, or America. What you’re defending isn’t justice. It’s unchecked power, and power that never has to answer for itself will keep killing until you convince yourself it was always inevitable.

If this continues, Renee Good won’t be the last. She’ll just be the one they taught you to rationalize.

And in conclusion, FUCK ICE!!!