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.

From the replies:

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.

Update 2:

For readers intrigued by the lack of law enforcement, Andy Ngo has been querying the inactivity of Portland’s Police Department.

Which is, we learn,

Even, it seems, when those individuals are quite literally disturbing the peace. Such that local residents are being robbed of sleep, night after night, and despite such protests – or, more accurately, fits of sociopathy – violating Portland’s laws on public noise.

Laws that clearly forbid,

Such is policing in an age of progress.

Update 3:

Because of course.

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And so you must be excluded:

It means they’re holding you responsible for their out-of-control feelings and they’re hoping you’re tolerant and kind enough to let them call you intolerant and unkind.

It’s a pathetic power move from life’s losers meant to turn your own morals against you.

It’s one of the…

— Porkulence (@Porkulence) June 25, 2025

A discussion ensues.

Update, via the comments:

It must be quite strange to inhabit a milieu in which the normal meanings of words are either ignored or inverted. By people who aspire to be professional writers. Communicators of ideas.

Such that safety translates as a compulsory and intensely neurotic following of very narrow ideological fashion.

A social environment in which celebrating diversity means pointedly and gleefully excluding anyone we suspect of possibly have differing opinions on something or other, whether expressed or not, and doing so in ways that, to others, those less progressive, seem petty and weird.

Something along those lines.

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A possible series:

North Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service wants to know what you think of this.

If you want to let them know, details in replies. pic.twitter.com/ytLqqbVH0I

— Gay Not Queer (@Gaynotqueer1) June 14, 2025

According to the North Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service:

Lest anyone assume that fire engines don’t turn up to the burning houses of sassy, finger-clicking transvestites, or something.

Curiously, the North Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service survey form, inviting the public to express their views on Pride attendance and matters of transvestite outreach, has, with seeming briskness, now been shut down.

Readers may wish to speculate on why that might be.

And when you think Fire and Rescue Service, what you want is a mental image of vamping, squealing drag queens in unfeasible heels and flammable wigs, tottering unsteadily to your rescue while wrestling suggestively with a big hose.

Lifted from the comments.

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Update:

Did I say possible series…? Why, yes, I believe I did.

Lifted from the comments, a teacher tells us things:

Oh, honey. No. https://t.co/cPpIjk02Rv

— Overeducated Gibbon (@MostlyMonkey) June 11, 2025

A thread ensues, from which: 

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Mr Muldoon steers us to a tale of colliding make-believe:

A very modern headline, I think you’ll agree.

They have training courses, you know, and websites, and a federation. We’re all learning things today.

Ms Howard, it turns out, is a “second-generation witch,” following in the mystical footsteps of her mother, “a high priestess” who “ran a coven in the 1980s.”

A very modern heresy. Resulting in a revoking of membership and denial of access to witchcraft course materials.

The Pagan Federation, however, issued a statement insisting that the womanliness of cross-dressing men is obvious, unassailable and “not up for debate”:

Validity for everyone. Just tilt your head and squint. Apparently, we’re to be told what reality is by people who think they’re witches.

Ah, that Thing That Never Happens.

As these are terribly modern, immensely caring witches, Ms Howard was banned from the organisation’s Facebook page and from the website of the British Druid Order on grounds of being “unequivocally transphobic.” Thereby denying Ms Howard access to the arcane knowledge of “seers and healers,” along with the opportunity to purchase oracle cards, audio recordings of spells and invocations, and “hymns to the divine feminine.” Oh, and guides to coping with stress by wrapping a thick blanket around your head.

No more “walking between worlds,” alas.

At which point, readers may wish to ponder the implied rules of pretending, the hierarchy of make-believe, in which some people pretending to be something that they aren’t are deemed of much greater importance than other people pretending to be something that they aren’t. A world in which pretending one thing now seems to mean that all pretences, of any kind, must be observed.

Further rumblings on the matter, and photographs of uncanny goings-on, can be found here.

By all means consider this an open thread.