In the city of Minneapolis, chaos continues to reign as the outrageously bored and the conveniently paid troublemakers unite for one grand pestering operation against ICE. With the scene spiraling out of control, President Trump is contemplating breaking out the Insurrection Act and unleashing the National Guard. After all, it seems that the local leadership might have misplaced his crisis management manual.

Ah, but memories! Let’s take a trip down political memory lane, where we stumble upon a curious artifact: a time when Democrats, yes, the same Democrats, were all for busting the criminal undocumented and sending them on their merry way. Picture this: a 2008 Obama wagging a finger at George W. Bush, chastising him for not doing enough to mitigate the tide of unvetted entrants swooping across the borders. Back then, he seemed to understand that illegal immigration was not an issue for blue-collared Americans playing nice with economic security and safety laws.

Fast-forward to today, and suddenly, it appears as though ICE has turned from the dear guardian of lawful order into the pantomime villain around whom “paper Americans,” like those legal immigrant congressfolk some might say originate from “blehole” countries, rally to express their disdain. We’ve seen calls to abolish ICE, as sincere as a Hollywood apology, seep into the national discourse, leaving us pondering how a once guarded border became a welcome mat lofting proclamations of decency and inclusivity while bills and taxes quietly take cover.

Meanwhile, the drama seems to peak with the good folks of Minnesota who, despite claims of non-sanctuary status, roll out the red carpet for just about anyone with a pulse, courtesy of the taxpayers. In this topsy-turvy world, law enforcement can’t even flinch without raising pandemonium. Why, when an ICE agent takes a casual nudge from a car (resulting, let’s say, in a mere “refrigerator hip injury”), the mayor shrugs it off with the kind of bravado only matched by the latest Hollywood blockbuster’s CGI.

Through it all, the demonized ICE agents are painted as the outlaws by those flirting with the Marxist handbook. Meanwhile, amid the kerfuffle, the local leadership bemoans the presence of federal agents, as if they’ve got nefarious plans beyond restoring order — let’s say, seeking out neighbors based on their pigment over shared potluck recipes. Oh, but give them time; they’re probably penning their next grand play titled “Law and Disorder: The Liberal Edition.”

While the liberals cry foul and the chaos zones draw in like moths to a flame, perhaps it’s time to remember two words when pondering the integrity of urban oasis like Minneapolis: Peace Island. Apparently, it’s where chaos stirs the pot under a veil of harmony, embellished with glossy rhetoric fit for overwrought political ads. In this politically charged theater, it’s anyone’s guess who’s writing the next act: Tranquility, or more likely, “The Adventures of Local Leadership and Friends.”