Your inflatable unicorn costume arrives special delivery, courtesy of Soros Enterprises. You try it on, dance in front of the mirror a little. Your wife begs you not to go but your hatred for America and your passionate devotion to Marxism drives you on. You ignore nagging questions like “How will I pee?” and you squeeze out the front door.
You report to your frog supervisor and he gives you your assignment. I wanted to taunt ICE officers but they told me only the frogs were authorized to taunt. We unicorns were confined to dancing and singing silly songs. I was furious. I told him I came to taunt. He grabbed me by the horn and stared me down with those bulbous eyes.
“You’re not ready to taunt, you little candy-ass! I’ve been Antifa for twelve years and I was only promoted to frog last week. Now get your ass out there and dance–and if I catch you taunting, I will bring such a shitstorm down on your head that you’ll rue the day you ever donned the rainbow horn!”
I hit the streets and I began my dancing and singing of silly songs. After many hours, I witnessed something that changed me forever. A very brave ICE agent, weary of the taunting, was forced to fire a non-lethal, chemical munition into the head of my supervisor. It was beautiful. I realized in that moment that I had been indoctrinated by the Marxist junior college I had attended for two semesters to see immigrants as human beings worthy of due process and humane treatment. I turned my unicorn costume in that night.








