Enough Is Enough
A Memo from the Reality-Based Community to the Trump Death Cult
It finally happened.
Not the Capitol riot. Not the Proud Boys’ cosplay Gestapo routines. Not the drag bans, book burnings, or Christian nationalist school boards shrieking about liberty while trying to ban menstruation. No, this was the next logical step in the MAGA movement’s descent into open political violence.
On a quiet Minnesota street, State House Speaker Melissa Hortman and her husband were gunned down. State Senator John Hoffman and his wife were also shot and hospitalized. The shooter? A former police officer with a “kill list” of Democrats. Not metaphoric, not theoretical—an actual list, with names, faces, and bullets.
This isn’t politics. It’s murder with a campaign slogan.
The usual responses arrived with numbing speed. The shooter was “mentally ill.” The press invoked “tragedy” as though this were an earthquake or lightning strike. Online trolls accused Antifa. The White House issued vague condolences, heavy on the “thoughts,” light on the “consequences.” And the machine kept grinding forward.
It’s all part of the advancing Trumpist totalitarian projec, its gears oiled with fear and vengeance. In Milwaukee, Judge Hannah Dugan was arrested by federal agents for the sin of compassion—she had delayed an immigrant’s ICE handover. A judge, cuffed and dragged like a fugitive criminal, for daring to honor the Constitution’s promise of due process.
In Los Angeles, during a week marked by widespread protest activity across the country, U.S. Marines were spotted detaining civilians. Not in support of law enforcement, not in an emergency—but as part of a quietly expanded Trumpian crackdown in Democratic strongholds. Civilians, handcuffed by uniformed Marines, disappeared into military vehicles. No public charges. No clear legal authority. Just men with guns and tactical gear, operating outside the bounds of civilian command and violating their sacred oath to protect and defend the U.S. Constitution.
This is a direct violation of the Posse Comitatus Act, the post-Reconstruction law designed to keep the military out of civilian policing. But the Trump regime has never treated the law as a guardrail—only as a speed bump.
U.S. Senator Alex Padilla, D-California, raised the alarm. For his trouble, he was forcibly removed from a DHS press event by agents acting under the authority of Nazi Barbie Bitch Kristi Noem. His offense? Daring to ask about the use of active-duty military personnel on American streets in his own state. The message was clear: question the regime, and you will be silenced.
The Trump regime, emboldened by its unchecked power, is targeting even the mechanics of democracy. ActBlue, the Democrats’ primary fundraising platform, is now under federal investigation. Trump signed the order himself, surrounded by flunkies in banana republic cosplay. The pretext is campaign finance violations, but the motive is obvious: dismantle the opposition’s infrastructure. If you can’t win fair, jail the referee, bankrupt the opponent, and torch the rulebook.
And what of the protesters? Kettled, gassed, surveilled. Beaten and photographed. The regime no longer even pretends to tolerate dissent. Those who raise their voices are accused of treason. Their names are catalogued. Their movements tracked. Their bank accounts flagged. This is not surveillance for safety; it is reconnaissance for retribution.
But now we have bodies. And if you still believe this is “division” or “polarization,” you’re lying to yourself. You’re either a coward or a collaborator. There is no apolitical refuge left. There are no moderates in a gunfight.
The Trump base, once merely loud, is now lethal. We’ve watched their descent—from angry rallies to online threats, from January 6th to statehouse invasions. Now they’ve crossed the line into targeted, cold-blooded murder of elected officials. And it will not stop here.
This is not “both sides.” This is not “politics as usual.” This is one faction of American politics dragging the corpse of democracy into a ditch, while the other keeps asking for a permission slip to protest.
To the red-hat faithful—those polishing their guns and whispering about civil war—understand this: you are not patriots. You are not revolutionaries. You are not defending the Constitution. You are termites chewing through its foundation. You are cultists with a crossbow fetish, LARPing as liberators. You are a warning from history, a parody of liberty, a slow-motion lynch mob with Facebook logins.
And to the rest of us: this is the breaking point. This is the moment the illusions burn off.
We’ve been polite. We’ve been patient. We’ve played by the rules. We’ve marched and voted and emailed our senators. And still, the bodies pile up.
The next time the red tide rises, we will not be waiting with talking points and voter guides. We will not be writing op-eds. We will not be “debating.”
We will be ready.
Because we know what happens next. We’ve read this chapter. And we will not walk willingly into the grave you’ve dug for democracy.
Not one more inch.
Not one more name on a kill list.
Not one more murder dressed up as freedom.
Not one more goddamn flag draped over a coffin while you call it patriotism.
We are done. And we are watching.
And if you push us again, we will push back—with the full force of those who still believe that liberty means more than a bumper sticker.
We are not afraid of you.
You stinking MAGA Nazi fucks.
