Respect is earned
You want some? Come get some.
I’m tired of it.
For the men and women of ICE, I deserve your respect.
They’re the finest one percent this country has.
And Tom Homan isn’t going anywhere.
Tom Homan isn’t shutting up.
This is what Tom Homan told a crowd of young fascists at Turning Point USA’s Student Action Summit last night.
In response, they started chanting, “USA! USA! USA! USA!”
In reality, they are flag-burners and desecrators of American values.
Look at this photograph:
Imagine the ecstasy this lonely incel feels when he is validated by the power of the state that he feels flowing through him.
Though it doesn’t appear that he can do a push-up — or necessarily read very well — he seems like he’d beat a Mexican child with enthusiasm so he would be a perfect candidate for Homan’s army of masked ICE misfits.
Soon, perhaps very soon, the incel will join the one percent, the best of the best, the crème de la crème of Tom Homan’s twisted imagination and flaming ego that is growing larger by the moment.
He is drunk with power, and deluded by the vapors.
Was Tom Homan drunk when he said that “this is BS,” to The Daily Wire in response to news that San Bernardino Bishop Alberto Rojas issued a decree on July 8 dispensing those in his diocese from attending Mass “due to potential immigration enforcement actions by civil authorities” if they have “genuine fear of immigration enforcement actions?”
Many casual observers seem to think so when he’s delivering his over-the-top rants.
Steve Bannon had a piece of advice for the bloated apparatchik, who commands an army scraped from the bottom of the federal three-letter agency law enforcement barrel:
Let’s start arresting people,” said the War Room host, who compared Homan to Attorney General Pam Bondi for their shared penchant for TV interviews.
I love Tom Homan, but a strong recommendation. We didn’t want Pam Bondi to be co-host over there at Fox. Get back in the Justice Department and let’s start indicting people.
Junior in the above photo, who “identifies as ultra MAGA,” may believe these thugs are America’s finest, but they are anything but.
Miami Archbishop Thomas Wenski understands the work in which they are involved, as demonstrated in a statement issued by the Archdiocese of Miami:
It is unbecoming of public officials and corrosive of the common good to speak of the deterrence value of ‘alligators and pythons’ at the Collier-Dade facility.
William J. Barber, II understands the work in which they are involved:
Trump’s lie always depends on convincing his base that WE are not THEM. It’s why he has deployed troops to a city whose elected leaders are Democrats while directing ICE to back off on enforcement actions at farms in red states. Of course, Trump knows from his business experience that the construction and hospitality sectors of the economy in American cities depend on immigrant labor as much as farms do. But his lie depends on distracting people from this fact by desperately trying to demonize cities.
Pope Leo understands the work in which they are involved:
No one is exempted from striving to ensure respect for the dignity of every person, especially the most frail and vulnerable, from the unborn to the elderly, from the sick to the unemployed, citizens and immigrants alike.
It is an affront to God.
Trump’s thugs are just getting started.
Dorothy Thompson, the great American correspondent and chronicler of fascism, wrote the following in April of 1940 about a society that had disappeared into the mist, and emerged as something new:
WHEN a drastic revolution occurs in a society the change in atmosphere and behavior is so overwhelming that one cannot believe one’s eyes and ears. This is not the society with which one was familiar, the place where one felt so much at home. The old society had a face which one knew and trusted. Suddenly it is gone. Another face is there—a strange, foreign face. One thinks, “This is a nightmare.” One closes one’s eyes and pinches oneself, naively expecting that with another look the distorted vision will have passed, and the old familiar face will be there again. The first impression which a revolution gives anyone not a part of it is that it will certainly pass, and almost immediately. One says to oneself, comfortingly, “These people are not like that! I have known them for years!”
This attitude greatly contributes to the success and expansion of the revolution. For even the classes and groups hostile to it lend it collaboration, in the optimistic certainty that it is not really representative. This is inevitable, because all groups and individuals who have long enjoyed social power consider themselves, and themselves alone, as representative. They have a complacent conviction they can “handle” the situation. They need merely enter the revolutionary ranks, and in a short time the features of the revolution will conform to their own features. For our face, they argue, is the “true” face of this society.
The powers about to be dispossessed feel also that they enjoy an advantage in occupying a defensive position. They are fighting on home soil, against invaders. And actually, a drastic revolution does resemble a foreign invasion. I was in Germany when the 1933 Nazi revolution occurred. I remember standing with a fellow-journalist on the Grosse Stern in Berlin in April of 1933, watching a regiment of Storm Troopers march by. Their feet beat the ground rhythmically, their faces were grim, and in short, sharp barks they were repeating with a horrible monotony, “Judah Verrecke! Judah Verrecke!”—left, right—“Judah Verrecke!”—the cry giving the tact to their march. The sight of several thousand grown-up Germans marching in broad daylight to the words “Perish the Jews” seemed almost funny. One had, of course, seen these Storm Troopers marching before, but not in this manner of complete confidence. They had been mavericks, no more representative than the Christian Front in this country—merely more numerous. “Crazy people,” was the usual comment, “when times are hard some people get like that.”
Of course, what had happened was that a numerous but hitherto invisible class had risen to the surface. One thought, “Where, in heaven’s name, did these people come from? “Yet possibly that man there had waited on you in the restaurant the night before; perhaps that one was the concierge who had unlocked the door to usher you to the elevator in a friend’s house; that boy may have delivered the groceries in the morning. Hitherto they had been anonymous, the anonymous and indistinguishable mass. Suddenly they were very visible indeed. But still, one thought—or more accurately, felt—they are not representative. “They can’t last.”
The ICE budget passed by the 119th Congress, and signed into law, makes Tom Homan the bloated and red-faced field marshal of what would be the 15th largest military in the world. Of course ICE isn’t a military. It is a weapon to be used against the American people by an officious and overbearing regime.
It is a secret police force.
Tom Homan can demand respect, but decency demands that he be scorned. Dignity demands that he not be feared in a country where our anthem declares us “the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
Heroes don’t wear masks, and they don’t beat the father of three United States Marines.
These men are thugs.
How dare Tom Homan compare his thugs to the Americans who serve the United States of America in the Armed Forces, including the ones his demented commander in chief has demanded play a role in his fascist agitprop? It fundamentally refutes the entire concept, purpose and mission of the USMC, explained succinctly in a speech by General Alexander A. Vandegrift, now yoked to the evil unfolding.
What Homan’s men are is an American version of Reserve Police Battalion 101 not yet bloodied.
Homan’s men are the type of men who fill concentration camps, and make sure that no one can look inside.
They are as un-American as it gets.
Tom Homan isn’t a particularly complicated figure psychologically.
He works for a criminal who has become his God and purpose in life.
He is a small and unremarkable person who suddenly has power, and has decided three things:
He is all-powerful.
He must be respected.
He commands an army of heroes
He is a buffoon, and like all of Trump’s buffoons, he doesn’t seem to understand Trump’s red lines.
Trump doesn’t like drunks, and he doesn’t like people who don’t know their place or table on the Mar-a-Lago patio.
Who is Tom Homan?
He is a little Eichmann, who looks a lot like Ernst Röhm when he puts on a pair of shorts.
He is another Pam Bondi, a buffoon — though in flats — whose incompetence and overreach will bring them to tears outside the White House gates soon enough, but for now we must “respect” our hero.
Heil Trump!
Heil Homan!
Heil ICE!
Heil Epstein!
Oh wait…
“Soon, perhaps very soon, the incel will join the one percent, the best of the best, the crème de la crème of Tom Homan’s twisted imagination and flaming ego that is growing larger by the moment….He is drunk with power, and deluded by the vapors.”
You nailed it Steve; he is drunk on power because he knows exactly how he, Trump and Heritage plan to use that $170 billion dollar slush fund. And it isn’t good!
MAGA is pure evil, and an instrument for which pain and suffering are features, not bugs! IMHO…:)
Trump is weak, not strong. He’s losing, not winning. He’s failing, not succeeding. He’s a villain, not a hero.