The Sound Inside Their Heads
From happy-clappy Portland – on day 21 of the ongoing intifada:
A Portland resident confronts Antifa for blaring music past midnight at the ongoing ICE facility occupation:
“I’m coming back every night and I’m breaking your sh-t. We the people need sleep. You’re worse than ICE, terrorizing us every night. Go f-ck yourself.” pic.twitter.com/gpDBdPYiuP
— Katie Daviscourt 📸 (@KatieDaviscourt) June 29, 2025
Attention, comrades. You will learn to love the explosions, fires, and shouting, the round-the-clock banging of things against other things, and the shrill, unending high-frequency tones, heavily amplified. Because sleep is a luxury of the bourgeoisie.
I paraphrase, of course. Though not, I think, unfairly.
Because spite is the sweetest plum.
Immediately after the resident complained, Antifa increased their noise disturbance.
The group has created a makeshift LRAD system, blasting it at the ICE office around 1 am. Federal police responded so a vehicle could exit.
Note: none of this noise is coming from ICE/DHS. pic.twitter.com/O03uagtIi2
— Katie Daviscourt 📸 (@KatieDaviscourt) June 29, 2025
Update, via the comments:
Quoting this,
Rafi adds, drily,
That would seem to be the implied dynamic. The new and immensely radical pecking order.
And readers with a taste for irony may appreciate the exchange in the first video, around 30 seconds in, during which Generic Antifa Bint says to the disgruntled resident, “Talking to us calmly would be a hell of a lot better.” The same Generic Antifa Bint whose comrades carry megaphones, fireworks and drums, and who spend their evenings torturing local residents, and presumably any pets, with a loudspeaker sound cannon.
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@pst314
Got any Norwegian Jarlsberger?
Two pet dogs hang out together therefore the obvious conclusion.
Not as such.
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You can’t say this blog is clean, but it certainly is uncontaminated by cheese.
From a couple days ago but making their way the only way they know how, just a little bit more than the law will allow.
Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?
Not today, sir, no.