Listen up, America—because what just unraveled in the granite hills of New Hampshire isn’t a courtroom drama, it’s a full-blown federal fumble dressed in tactical khakis and wrapped in a flag that’s starting to smell suspiciously of hypocrisy.
Picture this: Dover District Courthouse, Tuesday morning. The halls of justice echo with procedural monotony until—boom!—in blasts the federal government like it’s auditioning for a low-budget sequel to “Law & Disorder.” Two plainclothes federal agents—ICE, for those playing along at home—attempt to apprehend a Venezuelan migrant right there in the courthouse. But it wasn’t just the suspect that took a fall. No, these agents showed all the grace of a bureaucratic bullfight and knocked over an elderly man in the process. And let me tell you, this wasn’t collateral damage—it was a PR crisis with handcuffs.
Now, let’s uncork the hypocrisy bottle.
We’ve got two federal agents, trained and badged, treating a courthouse—a sacred space of due process and legal decorum—like a UFC octagon. They charged in with more gusto than logic, barreling through bystanders in broad daylight. Was it justice? Not exactly. Was it chaos? Absolutely. Was it a metaphor for our immigration policy? You bet your constitution it was.
Let me be clear: this isn’t about whether borders should be secure. This is about how the empire enforces its rules—and whether it’s willing to bulldoze its own citizens (literally!) to make an arrest. The elderly man who got knocked down? Just a bystander with mobility issues who walked into a Kafka novel. Congratulations, Uncle Sam. You’ve managed to criminalize both migrants and the folks waiting in line for probate court.
Now, let’s zoom out and paint the geopolitical mosaic here. Venezuela—a country choking on its own dictatorship, whose citizens are fleeing economic collapse faster than DC politicians flee responsibility. The migrant in question may have been wanted, but why the televised tackle in a courthouse? Did we suddenly forget about warrants, protocols, dignity?
It’s not law enforcement—it’s theatrics masquerading as justice. And it’s the same play we’ve seen before: use brute optics to show strength, then issue a vaguely apologetic press release when somebody’s grandma ends up on the ground.
Cue the official silence from the federal agencies involved. “We cannot comment on an ongoing investigation,” they say, as though running over retirees is now an investigatory technique. Meanwhile, local officials are left holding the bag, trying to explain why court security looks more like WWE RAW.
Folks, the game’s on—and I play to win. And right now, the scoreboard shows a loss for due process, a fumble for federal discretion, and a big fat zero in the department of human decency.
And let’s not pretend this didn’t happen in New Hampshire—a state famous for the motto “Live Free or Die.” Well, apparently that freedom doesn’t extend to elderly bystanders or migrants seeking legal recourse in courtrooms.
So here’s the challenge: Do you want a country that enforces laws with brains, or one that enforces them with elbows? Because if we keep letting the theater of enforcement steamroll civil liberties, then we’re just a banana republic in denial—with better CGI and more acronyms.
In the meantime, to the folks knocked down in the name of national security—literally—I say this: You didn’t fall because of chaos. You fell because the systems meant to protect you decided enforcement mattered more than integrity. And trust me, the world saw it.
So buckle up, folks. Because if this is how the empire behaves on a Tuesday in New Hampshire, imagine Wednesday in Washington.
—Mr. 47
