Blood, Bruises, and Bullsh*t.

Who gets mercy and who gets murdered

How fucking dare they sit there with their sanctimonious podium mouths and sanctified Tweets and tell us that if you put your hands on law enforcement, you will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Bullshit.

Total, absolute bullshit.

Bull. fucking. shit.

That threat — that theatrical, fear-mongering threat — only applies to people who don’t bend the knee. Only applies to people whose politics don’t flatter power. Only applies to people who aren’t part of the frothing, riot-drunk MAGA shock troops who smashed their way through the Capitol for Donald Trump and got rewarded for it.

The rule of law in this country is not an iron rod. It is a velvet rope. It protects the loyal and grinds everyone else into dust.

They want us to swallow the idea that stepping in front of a cop, brushing a shield, standing your ground is enough to justify being crushed by the state — and yet when a feral, rabid horde, whipped into a frenzy by Donald Trump, stormed the Capitol and beat police officers with flagpoles, shields, and their own fucking riot gear, they were baptized as “patriots.” They were canonized as “heroes.” They were pardoned.

Absolute fucking hypocrisy.

Absolute moral rot.

And now they have the gall — the nuclear-grade audacity — to claim that Renee Nicole Good, a 37-year-old mother of three, deserved to be shot dead by an ICE agent because she was “impeding law enforcement.”

That lie is collapsing in real time. Videos, witnesses, local officials — all of it — shredding the federal script. Neighbors saying ICE had been prowling their streets for weeks, turning entire blocks into pressure cookers of fear before a single bullet ever flew.

Renee Good was not an armed insurrectionist.

She was not a riot-fueled zealot smashing doors. She was not a chemically-spraying, baton-swinging cultist. She was a human being. A poet. A wife. A mother. A life.

That is precisely why she does not fit the story they want to tell. So they do what this system always does when the truth is inconvenient. They smear her. They brand her a domestic terrorist. They reverse-engineer a justification. They sanctify the shooter.

And they unleash more federal agents into neighborhoods like an occupying force, daring anyone to flinch.

Meanwhile, on January 6, a howling mob of violent thugs — a sewer-born militia of grievance and white-hot bloodlust — didn’t just “impede” law enforcement. They hunted it. They battered it. They sprayed it with chemicals. They beat it with poles and sticks and shields. They crushed officers against doors and walls. They left bodies bleeding on marble floors. Hundreds were injured. Some never survived the trauma.

And this administration wiped it all away.

Pardoned.

Glorified.

Whitewashed.

Violence in service of power is holy. Violence that challenges power is a death sentence. That is the system we’re inside.

And when Puppy Killer Kristi Noem was confronted with this obscene contrast on national television — when the pardons were put in front of her face and she was asked whether Capitol Police would have been justified in using lethal force the way ICE did — she did what these people always do. She slid. She ducked. She oozed away from the truth.

And the Jake Tapper let her.

That question should be a hammer. It should be asked every day. Of Noem. Of Trump. Of Tom Homan. Of every DHS functionary who keeps chanting this lie.

Why do the men who beat cops get pardons while the woman who didn’t touch anyone gets executed?

Because this isn’t law.

It’s loyalty.

It’s power sorting who gets to live.

And then last night, Piggy Trump had the nerve to say Renee Good was “disrespectful.”

Disrespectful.

So that’s the new standard now? Disrespect gets you killed? Standing your ground gets you shot in the head? Not bowing low enough earns you a bullet?

We know what disrespect actually looks like.

I have friends with scars from January 6. Real scars. From being beaten by Trump’s feral foot soldiers. From being sprayed with chemicals. From being slammed into walls. From being hunted through their own workplace.

Those men were violent. Those men were brutal. Those men were convicted.

And Trump pardoned them all.

Scars.

Blood.

Broken bones.

And pardons.

And now they dare to say Renee Good “disrespected” law enforcement.

Bullshit.

Absolute, unfiltered bullshit.

Ashli Babbitt was shot as she tried to force her way through a secured entrance to the Capitol, a mob roaring behind her. The officer who fired was investigated and cleared.

And still, her family was handed five million dollars.

Still, she was given a military funeral with honors.

Still, she was wrapped in flags and pageantry and myth.

Renee Good didn’t even get her crime scene preserved.

Her Honda Pilot was hauled away like garbage.

No pause.

No dignity.

No real investigation.

Because the verdict was already in.

Guilty of being inconvenient.

Guilty of not kneeling.

Guilty of existing in the way of power.

I’m so f’ng sick of this double standard — and if you’re reading this, you probably are too — sick of watching the law contort itself to protect the powerful while it crushes everyone else, sick of seeing violence forgiven when it serves the right people and murder excused when it doesn’t, sick of being told this is justice when it feels like suffocation, sick of living with this humming, furious ache in my chest because I know something is terribly wrong and I can’t keep swallowing it.

Justice, if it means anything, must be blind.

What we have now is a political execution system dressed up as order.

And this isn’t some distant headline anymore. It isn’t a story happening somewhere else, to someone else. It’s down the road. It’s in the air. It’s in the way whole towns hold their breath when sirens pass.

ICE is in Morristown, where I was born, where my children were born.

ICE is in Dover, where my father spent fifty years of his life.

Half an hour. Less than that. Closing in.

When they come to my town — and they will — I won’t look away. I’ll have my phone out, already rolling, already refusing to let this get buried.

I’ll record every motherfucking thing they do.

Because they are counting on us to forget.

To forget January 6.

To forget the beatings.

To forget the pardons.

To forget how they turned a violent coup into a fairy tale and a woman’s murder into policy.

But this moment — this obscene, unjust, gaslit moment — will not last forever.

The pendulum will swing back.

Because WE will swing it back.

And when it does, every single one of them — the liars, the pardon-peddlers, the badge-abusers, the propagandists — are in for a motherfucking reckoning.

And with that, today’s song:

I love you guys!

Please stay safe, stay strong, and don’t stop saying her name.

Renee Nicole Good.

💙 Jo