And so ends Operation Metro Surge. Maybe. I trust this administration about as much as I trust my cat when she promises to stop waking me up at 4 am.

But even if there is a significant draw down, this isn’t ending. ICE completely fell on its ass (sometimes literally) trying to get Minneapolis to either start rioting and burning effigies in the street, or to cower in fear at the abject majesty of large numbers of overweight masked agents. Failing that, they pretend their mission was successful and they move on to other states.

Just because they lost in Minnesota (not by court order, but by community power) doesn’t mean they’ve truly learned anything. The quotas still exist. They’re still spending billions on a deportation infrastructure. They’ll just go a little quieter and a little more evil.

And America will go, “Whew! Glad they realized the error of their ways. Let’s get back to trying to convince ourselves that the president cares about the economy.” And I will die a little more inside each day.

Happier things! Cancer. I’m starting the drug portion of the program today. Which will probably be the worst part. Or at least the one with the most side effects. Essentially they’re sticking me in medical menopause.

Why this cancer couldn’t just fucking wait a few years until my body dealt with that itself I will never know. Rude.

But yeah. I assume whatever side effects I would have dealt with gradually as I went through it will now immediately smack me in the face. Imagine something that naturally happens over maybe ten years happening within 24 hours.

Awaiting my fate…