Masked Thugs and the Cowards Who Enable Them

Let’s drop the polite pretense, shall we?

I don’t give a damn what the polls say. I don’t care if 50% of Americans are asleep at the wheel while the Constitution is set on fire by a pack of cosplay commandos playing “Gestapo Barbie.” What we are watching in real time—the rise of a federally sanctioned masked militia—is not law enforcement. It’s not patriotism. It’s state-sanctioned thuggery in jackboots and tactical gear, and every last one of them should be ashamed to show their faces.

Oh wait—they don’t.

Because they know.

They know what they’re doing is wrong.

That’s why they wear masks—not for protection, not for anonymity in a crowd, but because they’re cowards. And they’re following the orders of other cowards—Kristi “I shot the puppy” Noem, Stephen “Santa Monica Goebbels” Miller, Tom Homan, and Corey Lewandowski—the JV team of American fascism.

And what’s the mission for these paramilitary Walmart warriors? Kicking down doors. Hauling people off. Terrorizing immigrant families. Patrolling American streets like we’re occupied territory. And for what? So that Donald Trump can feel like a big man while he plays dictator from his gold-plated bunker?

Let’s be clear: this isn’t about safety. This is about power—raw, unaccountable, un-American power. They’re not stopping crime; they are the crime.

So no, I don’t want your “respect law enforcement” talking points. I respect the hell out of the real ones—the ones who show up, unmasked, to serve and protect their communities, not to LARP their way through someone else’s worst nightmare. But these guys? The federally-funded, black-clad, anonymous enforcers of a wannabe king’s will?

They’re brownshirts. Call them what they are.

And the questions keep piling up, don’t they?

• Who the hell are these men? Where do they live when they’re not busting down doors and threatening families?
• What happens when they go home to their wives and kids?
• Do their neighbors know what they do all day—who they really are?

How many of them have abuse records?

How many of them failed out of the military or washed out of real police academies?

How many of them are just failed men with anger issues and assault rifles looking for permission to hurt people?

These are not heroes. They are the front line of authoritarian decay, cloaked in American flags and hiding behind “orders.” And here’s the kicker—when this all comes crashing down (and it will), they will be the first ones thrown under the bus. Because in Trump’s America, loyalty is a one-way street and the fall guy is always the one at the bottom of the pyramid.

There will be museums one day.

There will be exhibits and black-and-white photos and student essays titled “How Did America Let This Happen Again?”

And some of those essays will show these goons in full tactical cosplay, pointing rifles at scared children, dragging screaming parents away under executive orders.

Their faces will be unmasked.

And history will remember them—not as warriors, not as defenders of law and order, but as the small, pathetic men who served a wannabe tyrant because they lacked the spine to say “no.”

Until then?

We watch. We document. We shout.

And we refuse to become indifferent.

Because indifference is what lets evil root itself quietly, until one day you wake up in a country where freedom is just another word from a history book they don’t let you read anymore.

So take off the goddamn mask and look us in the eye.

We see you.

And we will not forget.

Julie Bolejack, MBA

Furious. Awake. Unmasked.