OP ED: Minneapolis: The Sequel Nobody Asked For is Here

by Name Withheld
Suburban Chicago
(GSL) – Oh wow, look—another round of Minnesotan-flavored street theater. How utterly original. I’m positively shocked.

I mean, who could’ve possibly seen this coming?

Certainly not anyone who’s been alive longer than a TikTok trend.

Let me dust off the memory banks for the youngsters in the back…

• America’s radical left in the 1960s–70s: bombing buildings, kidnapping heiresses, convinced they were just one more pipe bomb away from utopia. Adorable.
• China’s Cultural Revolution: teenagers with red books beating their own teachers to death for being “counter-revolutionary.” Peak compassion.
• Cuba: traded beaches, a booming economy and cigars for bread lines, secret police and third-world nationhood. Chef’s kiss.
• Rodney King riots: because nothing says “justice” like burning down your own neighborhood.
  George Floyd summer: nationwide “mostly peaceful” rioting and arson tour in honor of a drug-addled criminal. Let’s loot then burn it all down!

Fast-forward to now and—surprise, surprise—the same script, new costumes and new facemasks.

Today’s cast of courageous cultural crusaders (spelled “losers” and “misfits” for short) has returned:

• Leaping in front of moving vehicles like it’s an Olympic sport
• Blowing whistles so shrilly even dogs complain
• Beating drums like they’re auditioning for a bad tribal cosplay
• Pelting cops with whatever garbage is closest because “punch a Nazi” apparently now includes “punch anyone wearing a badge”

They scream like toddlers denied a second juice box, then clutch their pearls when someone suggests maybe—just maybe—they’re the problem.

Their self-awarded moral superiority complex is truly a sight to behold. These are the same deep thinkers who can’t define “woman,” yet they’re 100% certain they’ve cracked the code to perfect justice and social utopia.

Their grand plan? Dismantle every Judeo-Christian value, every tradition, every habit that made America worth living in… and replace it with an Orwellian theme park where everyone’s equal except the people handing out the rations. “Some animals are more equal than others”—and they’re auditioning hard for the Inner Party of More Equal.

These social justice warriors block police from doing their jobs, dox officers’ families, send death threats, then act shocked—shocked—when someone calls them domestic terrorists instead of “peaceful protesters.” Or when a federal agent shoots one of them in the face when she recklessly runs into him with her car fleeing arrest. “I can’t believe they carried real bullets!” “MURDERER!”

And the pièce de résistance: they’ll leave their first grader unrestrained in a car so Mommy can go scream at ICE while those same agents arrest a child rapist who shouldn’t even be on U.S. soil. Heroism level: expert.

They tell us it’s all for “diversity, equity, inclusion” and “protecting the vulnerable.” Translation: they’re acting as unwitting human shields for violent criminal illegal aliens because it makes these wokesters feel tingly and morally pure.

At the same time, when an innocent 12-year-old girl gets raped and murdered by two Venezuelans who crossed illegally, there’s radio silence.

When a young nursing student is hunted down and killed on a jogging trail, the sisterhood doesn’t say a peep.

When a mom of five is raped and beaten to death, Antifa is nowhere to be found.

When National Guard members get ambushed and shot by an illegal, these champions of justice actually blame the victims, not the illegal alien who shot them in an ambush.

There’s no uprising from America’s woke kingdom of affluent, white liberal women, Antifa misfits or other social misfits for victims who don’t fit the approved, America-bashing narrative. No viral hashtags, no blue check outrage, and no corporate solidarity posts for you!

Nope, nothing but crickets from the same people who’ll riot over a criminal having a fentanyl overdose if the optics are right.

The media and blue-check politicians keep handing these clowns megaphones and Molotov cocktails, all while pretending this is “democracy in action.”

It’s not activism.

It’s performance art for society’s losers, corroding our nation’s values and traditions.

Encore? Let’s not.