F*ck ICE

I sat down today ready to write a *Sexplorer* post, but that’s impossible right now — the news is too loud, too consuming, too real.

What I’m seeing is both unbelievable and heartbreakingly familiar. Of course Trump would unleash this madness; vengeance, greed, and bloodlust have always driven him. But this — this assault on who we are as a nation — still knocks the air out of me. This is *not* what America stands for, and I refuse to let that vindictive showman, Heir Clump, convince us otherwise. He has not — and will not — redefine our country.

Some are already saying we’ve become a fascist state. With every ounce of fire and love in me, I say: *Absolutely not.* We are angry. We are grieving. But we are not defeated.

Yes, it’s frightening. The government looks paralyzed. ICE has turned into a militia of sadists playing out their fantasies of domination under the banner of “law and order.” Innocent immigrants — and American citizens — are being slaughtered, left to die in the name of control. It’s not patriotism; it’s terrorism from within.

But fascism always exposes itself through its own rot. And when it does, justice comes roaring. Trump will be held to account. The power-drunk Barbie running ICE will face consequences. Every agent who took part in these horrors will answer for it — one way or another.

Because this country — our country — is built on more than fear. Americans are stubborn, loud, and unbreakable. We may stumble through darkness, but we never surrender to it.

Hate is the easy weapon of cowards. Love is the armor of those who build. And we, the people, still build. Always.