Minneapolis didn’t descend into chaos overnight. What we witnessed wasn’t a sudden breakdown—it was a harvest
For years, leaders like Mayor Jacob Frey treated outrage as a governing tool. Lawful authority became “oppression.” Enforcement became “cruelty.” Resistance wasn’t just tolerated—it was moralized. When federal agents did their jobs, local officials didn’t debate policy; they delegitimized enforcement itself.
That rhetoric didn’t stay on podiums. It seeped into the streets.
When Frey told ICE to “get the f— out,” it wasn’t a slip. It was a signal. And signals train behavior. They show activists exactly where the lines have been erased.
The familiar defense follows: “If ICE weren’t here, none of this would happen.”
It sounds reasonable—until you parse it. It’s the child who says, “I’d behave if you stopped punishing me.” That doesn’t prove virtue. It proves contempt for accountability. The problem isn’t authority’s presence; it’s the refusal to accept restraint. Enforcement doesn’t create disorder—it reveals what was already there.
Large-scale immigration enforcement isn’t new, nor uniquely “Trumpian.” Bill Clinton expanded mass deportations. Barack Obama hit record highs, earning the nickname “Deporter in Chief.” Yet cities didn’t burn. Windows didn’t shatter. Agents weren’t chased from streets.
Why? Because enforcement wasn’t framed as evil, and resistance wasn’t treated as virtue. Disagreement existed, but authority wasn’t publicly mocked or delegitimized by local leaders.
To be clear: I don’t relish federal agents or troops marching through American cities. It’s an ugly image and should be avoided whenever possible. But reckless past policies, sanctuary-city defiance, and outright non-cooperation forced this ugly but necessary corrective.
This is what happens when you don’t pull the bandage early. Infection spreads. Removal becomes painful. Force replaces cooperation.
Pull it off quickly. Restore the rule of law. Prevent this from happening again.
The morning after the latest “protest,” Minneapolis woke to shattered windows, graffiti-smeared buildings, debris-strewn streets, and small businesses paying the price for someone else’s ideology. Broken glass doesn’t debate policy. Spray paint doesn’t demand justice. This wasn’t speech—it was the physical residue of years spent excusing lawlessness.
Now the same leaders who fed the fire call for peace.
But peace isn’t a switch. You can’t spend years mocking authority, validating rage, and undermining enforcement—then expect calm the moment the crowd stops listening. Ridiculed authority doesn’t reassert itself on command. Burned credibility doesn’t regenerate overnight.
What’s most dishonest is the refusal to acknowledge causation. No introspection. No admission. Just condemnation of violence paired with silence about the climate that made it inevitable. Blame the monster—never the hand that fed it.
This is progressive governance when theory meets reality: not compassion, not justice—just broken cities and hollow pleas for peace.
Chickens coming home to roost isn’t a metaphor anymore.
It’s glass on the sidewalk.
It’s graffiti on family-owned shops.
It’s leaders begging for order after years dismantling it.
I’m Wayne—and that’s my world view. What’s yours?
