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  1. #Florida to Close #AlligatorAlcatraz, News Report Says

    https://insideclimatenews.org/news/13052026/florida-everglades-migrant-detention-facility-to-close/

    Officials at the Everglades migrant detention facility told vendors this week the site would close as soon as early June. Conservation groups say they will continue their litigation over environmental concerns at the site, which is in a delicate region of the river of grass.

  2. We just won a victory: The NY times quotes Betty Osceola of the Mikosukkee Nation as reporting that vendors at Alligator Auschwitz have been told all detainees will be out by early June. The site is to return to being a training airport.

    In other words, Alligator Auschwitz is CLOSING, all hostages will be tranferred to other concentration camps, but they won't have this one any more. AA was often used as punishment to force hostages to drop asylum claims and will no longer be available for that purpose.

    Wondering if the mosquitoes were too much even for the guards? This would explain the June closure schedule.

    Maybe the tribe's lawsuits played a role in closing this hellhole?

    Alternately, maybe ICE has decided the mega-warehouses are what they want to focus on. Is the fact that DeSantis is term limited out on Jan 20 2027 the reason?

    #AlligatorAuschwitz #AlligatorAlcatraz
    #ICE
    #immigration

  3. "Douglas Dixon knew about Alligator Alcatraz, the infamous immigration detention centre in Florida operated by ICE. But never in his wildest imagination did he think he'd end up there in shackles.

    Now back in his native Montreal after 21 years in the United States following his deportation, Dixon shared his harrowing story."

    youtube.com/watch?v=FRNCQzXlNXU #ICE #gestapo #AlligatorAlcatraz #DHS #Trump #fascism

  4. The Undiscovered Country

    Sitting with Luna on the porch of The Planetary Court, Koreshan State Park, Estero, Florida, photo by Douglas
    It’s not on Mars
    or anywhere in the world that you know.
    It’s not other planets.
    Is this the chalice?
    It’s unknown in humanity.
    It’s bigger than sin
    or any right or wrong.
    Do you see it?

    How do I make this out to you?
    I can’t get in there in your mind and see it.
    It’s not a framework of your imagination
    nor will visualization do.
    I can’t talk about it
    and hint at what I’m talkin’ about.
    It’s like seeing reality after being in a cave;
    cave is your only experience;
    cave is not does not exist.

    It’s mountaintops,
    and you won’t see it from there.
    It’s not a view.
    There are no points in our reality
    that can glue this together.
    It doesn’t exist,
    wow, that’s gettin’ somewhere
    towards how completely other this is.
    It’s over your head.

    It’s a farmer’s market,
    and you’re listenin’ to the words.
    Too many drumbeats in them
    to pull this out of your pocket
    a grasped thing.
    I’m countin’ on reality
    to show you its further face,
    to get you out of your wood,
    to give you some luster
    of something you haven’t even imagined yet.

    It’s bigger than stars,
    and the universe is too small for it.
    Impossibly it can be in the universe
    a station over our heads,
    and that’s how you experience it,
    but you are not grand up there.
    You are so huge grand is a piddly thing
    that might describe a sphere,
    a one-eyed seeing,
    a place where there is one pole of reality,
    one fixture
    that bakes time and infinity in it.

    I don’t think you know what I’m talking about.
    Look at a computer screen.
    Imagine AI does this all the time,
    is open to multiple zeros,
    can simultaneously
    enter numerous computer pads
    and be a language model,
    or you might see multiple screens upon a wall
    showing these different locations.
    Even with infinite number of screens,
    or people at their computer consoles,
    you can’t get there from here.

    There’s another way to see reality
    that imagination cannot visit,
    because its constraints
    are this one o’clock view.
    Now I’m on diamonds now.
    This is the greatest experience of my life,
    the very meaning of reality,
    in our neck of the woods,
    the thing that all the universe shows
    if you grab ahold of its handles
    and see its meaning,
    and see its destination,
    and see the platform it wore
    that sprung forth it into being.

    This is larger than time,
    and you are not hindered by time in it.
    The conditions of the universe do not apply.
    You are in another ground of being
    that sees past every limit we have
    and is all-encompassing.
    You’re spaced out in there.
    You’re humongous,
    and you are not one field of show,
    nor are you multiple things that you see at once.
    There’s another way of seeing I cannot describe.

    And when I sat up there I knew that
    this was incommunicable
    to the little person I was driving the truck
    catapulted on high I was.
    Only one word describes the confined I down there—
    prison.
    I was myself above,
    in a larger than field view
    I cannot describe.
    I saw myself down there
    not in myself as I was driving,
    and nothing obstructed my view.

    Direction my gaze still bore.
    It was an all-encompassing view
    I could pinpoint knowledge in.
    Do you get my broadcast?
    These were all my lives
    I knew I was the origin of,
    these lives cast out upon time.
    The return I was I was sure,
    an infathomable endgame that was me.
    After my many lives
    I would meet myself on high
    and be who I was,
    a return journey that encompasses life.

    This stings in the eyes,
    how could you have forgotten yourself?
    How could you have forgotten who you were?
    It’s unbelievable
    the forgetfulness the loss
    of our very person.

    Now what do I do with this?
    Describe the many points of seeing,
    the perfect stillness of that air,
    the excitement I felt a child in excitement,
    letting the game pass down below me
    I was a spectator of?
    And I was its origin
    and the director of its gaze.
    I cherry open it.

    Where is this hub?
    Is everything just happening at once?
    Where do we begin and end?
    Where are we at now?
    Where is the destination point?
    What’s going on with us
    in relation to up there?

    I cannot claim authority on these matters.
    I was myself on high several seconds.
    It did not go higher than that.
    I was knowledge by identity,
    and that’s how I saw everything,
    one with everything I saw.
    I had my identity with it
    but not bound by it.
    I was free.
    It was great, it was fantastic, it was true.
    I had pierced the veil
    and gone home.

    Now who do I tell this to?
    How do I process the experience?
    I’m just this wooden man,
    and I have things wrong with me.
    Do you hear me shouting mud?
    I use the vehicles of this world to describe this world,
    but my aim is transcendence.
    I am a wide open see
    in my departmental thinking.
    The things wrong with me I have cleansed,
    and I’m a harmless being now
    to other human beings.

    That did it.
    I took what I had seen
    and plugged it into my life.
    I saw that I was an actor,
    an avatar, a front man,
    not me personally,
    all of us.
    This is the video game fount
    of this thing called life.
    We are all actors in it,
    or movie stars,
    or stage performers,
    if you want to use the known to describe the known.
    This frees you.
    This is the truth that sets you free—
    transcendence.

    Now I’m not gonna fuck everybody
    to give you some guttural word
    that has so many strings attached
    you think I’m bad for sayin’ it.
    You cannot deal with these things:
    someone crosses your morality,
    a person uses the word nigger.
    I have no choice
    but to test you
    to challenge your operations of seeing.
    It’s not who we are,
    and the unreality is killing us.

    Jesus said this, Jesus said that,
    you can deal with,
    even though the flywheel was radical.
    You put it in church.
    You sing it in hymns.
    You preach this to people,
    but the reality escapes you
    of what we have that he said.
    You would crucify him with it
    if he walked among you today.

    Tomorrow it sounds like
    you will be needing glasses
    to change the character of man.
    Blame it all on one man,
    blame it on several thousand people,
    the world is falling apart.
    It’s not working I told the Man.
    Two cops came to my door
    and wanted to know what I was writing.
    You know it happened on Good Friday.
    They had it in their hand.
    They were startled by it,
    because someone had complained.
    I would not let them into my house.
Nor would I go outside.
    No laws had been broken they told me;
    I was not in trouble.
    Yet they came to my house anyway,
    and what for?

    It wasn’t the tooth fairy.
    It was two persons who would kill me,
    if it came to that.
    They had all power,
    and I was on my doorstep
    maintaining my own balance.
    Why did they come,
    if I had not broken any laws
    in the writing of mine that they gave me.
    What’s goin’ on?

    Will I see them again?
    Will I be dragged off to jail,
    because in Florida I can be kept for 33 days
    without charges being filed?
    Do you know what’s happenin’?
    We’ve reached a morality breach.
    It is so big and unwieldy
    there is no safety in it anymore.
    It’s not protection.
    It’s control people,
    control everybody,
    because morality has come out of the wood,
    what makes people look small in comparison.
    We can’t tolerate
    morality being questioned.

    I’m in this field today.
    I question morality,
    not to fulfill my desires,
    not to be a braggart and kingpin,
    not to just waste your time,
    not give harm to anyone.
    I question morality
    to improve the lot of the human being,
    to wake us up on one another,
    to make us question ourselves,
    to put love there as the root of all equations,
    to bring a better society.

    Those are noble aims.
    They are not base.
    Yet I am facing police harassment
    and a threat of jail.
    Is this a free country?
    No.
    In fact,
    police state is where it’s headin’,
    and you’re not even aware it’s goin’ on.

    Have I read the last newspaper,
    the library
    of social media?
    I found cops at my door
    for poetry I’d written.
    Trump’s in office.
    What happened?
    Are they gone here,
    the constraints in morality we are imposing
    on our population?
    You can hear Trump rant,
    say heartless things,
    about the men, women, and children his is killing
    in his war against Iran.

    They didn’t do nothing wrong.
    Aggress against us they did not.
    They were just there
    a convenient target
    to take our mind off Trump’s
    sex with minors
    he Epstein’d.
    How many people will die for this?
    Do you even want one?
    Yet you won’t say a word,
    Trump supporters,
    of how immoral he’s being.

    Our nation is crashing.
    Don’t you see it?
    We need to change the world
    of Trump.
    We need to be a good nation
    to other nations.
    Defend me for sayin’ that?
    No, I have not one defender.
    I am alone in my hour of need,
    and the police could shoot me
    or lock me in a hole,
    and the matter would be closed.

    I have no friends or family who could help me.
    I stand here alone.
    One person on this Earth
    who lifts me up
    an adult who can do that—
    Douglas.
    Fine, beautiful,
    is that what you say?
    I can’t get over it,
    the hatred of the crowd,
    my fellow Americans,
    not being fair,
    not being just,
    just wanting me harmed
    in however they can get that done.

    Who sicced the cops on me?
    I bet Christians.
    Cowards.
    I can do nothing for them,
    but my poem’s here for them to read,
    and my poem always will be.
    I’ve reached a speech of Earth
    that figures in the world.
    It’s only a matter of time it does with the public
    and not only the cops and some special arrangements.
    People react to it
    like they’ve been caught on fire.

    So far no help has come,
    no support group,
    no friends
    who I can count on,
    but I’m rilin’ the crowd
    with brotherly love,
    with radical sayings
    about the brotherhood of man,
    a social system based on love,
    even for the criminal,
    even for the poor,
    even for the nobody,
    even for myself,
    and you want me killed
    or out of town.

    Stand up and be counted.
    Leave a comment here
    and show your face.
    You know what cowards are.
    Are you being brave?
    Call me stupid.
    Call me a fool a bad man,
    but I’m not a coward,
    am I?

    So what am I doing?
    Conducting an open sacrifice
    of my best interests
    to communicate to you what I’ve seen,
    to show you what I’ve learned from that.
    Are you out there?
    Are you sure you’re in the right wood?
    Are you persecuting the wrong man?
    Do you have any guts?
    I’m hammer down
    on you wishy-washy men and women
    and on your meanness and lack of love,
    on your ignorance,
    on your lack of sacrifice.

    There, you’ve got my message.
    I spelled it out in plain language
    poetry put.
    I’ve told you what I’m about.
    I’ve showed it to you yourself.
    Where do we go from here?
    Let’s hope up.
    There’s always shoes
    you can put yourself in
    of another person’s.
    Walk three days in his moccasins the saying goes?
    Well, would you do that please?
    But anyway,
    I’m a sitting duck.
    That’s your right?

    Fingership opening
    to the trails that made the world
    right here on my blog,
    right in these poems,
    and you wanna shot me for it?
    Let’s see how it looks
    in the not so long from now,
    your persecution of me.
    Are you going to look like good men and women?
    Are you a good cop?

    As in a chemical weapon,
    these cops are niggerin’ me.
    They put fear in the air.
    They try to intimidate me,
    make me afraid.
    It’s their tactic.
    They are probably Christians too.
    Are you seein’ a pattern here?
    Christianity is not a religion of love,
    as it expresses itself in political America.
    Anyway this cop
    has his eye on me,
    like I’m doin’ somethin’ wrong,
    but I’m only writing poetry.

    They don’t know the gist of it,
    what it’s for or how it’s done.
    They think it’s intimidation
    they can use to stop it.
    Is poetry representation?
    It has that in it yes,
    even in its plainly spoken,
    but it’s aimin’ at somethin’,
    and that’s the strength to clear,
    get your point across
    a better world.

    Poetry does that,
    but it allows any character to speak.
    Any opinion can be held
    upon the page,
    and the poet does not hold every opinion on the page
    and can express the opposite opinion of his own
    with the strength to say it
    as its bearer would.
    This allows for lots of play
    but also misinterpretation,
    with language at the center
    and ideas.

    Do you know where that takes us?
    We arrive at art,
    the output of man
    at his best.
    Through familial decisions,
    the notions of a clan,
    art has been degraded today
    to hold no special status.
    Poetry’s just spittin’ in the wind.
    It has no directional paper.
    The cops can use it
    to put you in jail,
    and in Florida,
    they can do that with no charge
    for over a month.
    I don’t think we live in a free country,
    but you would call me unpatriotic.

    A poem is worth something more
    than any other form of writing.
    It’s elevated speech.
    It’s priceless
    when it really gets good.
    We don’t honor poetry today,
    and reading it is like reading the newspaper.
    It’s literal fact and fiction.
    It’s not playing with ideas
    to sprout the Earth,
    as a cop sees it,
    or the people who called them on me
    for writing poetry.

    I can’t tell you the significance of this
    as a barometer monitoring our freedom.
    When art and poetry gets the knife,
    calls the cops to your house,
    your nation’s in trouble.
    You’re at the red meter,
    and it only gets worse.

    Did anybody today benefit from my poem?
    Are you open-eyed and see?
    No, it’s not that simple.
    Hearts closed are hearts closed,
    and a mind of no light has no light,
    only the rule-beats of the crowd,
    or some scriptural layaway plan.
    Hand over
    your right to be,
    that’s what that cop told me.

    I did not chose my nature.
    It did.
    I have to deal with what comes.
    I can’t live by my impulses.
    I have an ordered house.
    I don’t harm anyone.
    I control myself day and night.
    Am I stuck in the rafters?
    I’m not having difficulty with this.
    I have put sex to sleep
    and thoughts of sex.
    I keep anger out of the world
    over and over.
    I’m not a jealous person.
    I’m not lazy either.
    I do not lie, cheat, or steal.

    I’m sorry,
    the truth comes at a price,
    and if I’m hiding Jews in my basement,
    I don’t tell the Nazis they’re there.
    I use common sense
    as I employ morality.
    I do no rigid rules,
    except to keep from harming people,
    but I do keep my hands from harming
    the people around me.
    It’s this I have to give,
    because my nature would burn people otherwise.

    I’m a flexible soul,
    and I don’t expect everybody to hold
    the same ideas in motion.
    I realize I’m dealing with the crowd
    when encountering individuals.
    A storm
    I encounter when I do that.
    Everybody just thinks they’re free.
    April 22nd
    I’m on a collision course with reality.
    I didn’t know that.
    What does that mean?
    Is it a prevision?
    It doesn’t sound like it helps me.

    How can I get away from here?
    I can’t.
    I don’t have any pistols.
    I can’t afford to leave.
    What’s comin’ my way?
    What am I gonna collide with?
    I can’t tell yah.
    I’m a vulnerable man siting in his house
    writing poetry.
    Will they shoot my dog?
    Will Boogers get burned,
    Luna baby?
    Why should a citizen go through this?
    Is this the sin of poetry?
    What’s goin’ on?

    I’m into this up to my neck,
    and it gets deeper.
    Will you help me?
    Oh course not—
    like, like, like, like,
    and if I’m lucky I’ll get four or more.
    There will be no more help.
    Southwest
    Florida’s ultraconservative,
    does not have love for your neighbor.
    Gimme that alcohol!
    So many drink here
    and lead nice order lives
    that no grills get in.

    Do you know what’s goin’ on?
    So many of you are hitting rock-bottom
    in how you encounter the world
    love in it.
    They don’t know
    it’s not a social persona hug you wear,
    a smile broad as the sun
    but not real to the wearer.
    It’s not how you shake hands,
    how firmly or with device.
    It’s how you are with other people
    who you don’t have to be good to,
    who you can take that mask off with,
    and right buddy
    I’m right fuckin’ there,
    a nobody
    with a stigma as wide as Texas.

    When we first started you were good to me,
    at least here on the island,
    I wrote poems,
    and you dropped me like a hot potata,
    and that was that.
    What am I sellin’ in my poetry?
    Brotherly love I kid you not,
    love all people and every livin’ thing,
    and I explore that with myself too,
    but love’s the keynote of my speech.
    It’s where I bring my poems,
    asking you to love too.
    Love dropped me out of your room.
    Love is what you’re mad at about me today.
    I call you to love
    when it hurts.

    I call on you love now,
    whatever you’re feelin’.
    Put a higher ideal on your play,
    have that higher ideal
    lookin’ at you through everything.
    Get mad sure,
    get frustrated,
    but always come back to love
    before you grenade somebody,
    before you try to get them shot,
    take down their life.
    You’re just bein’ petty and mean,
    lowlife.

    Do you know Steven
    your name’s been called?
    I could call it every day,
    and you would not respond.
    That’s just hateful,
    Steven Step-Brother Abbott.
    What’s goin’ on?
    Are you there?
    Hey girl and everything’s
    not peaches and cream.
    Emily you just pretend to talk to me
    and want me on the end of a ten-foot pole—
    my niece everybody.
    Can you like,
    get some guidance from somewhere inside,
    and you guys higher ideal love?
    I didn’t do anything to you,
    either of you.
    You see the stigma,
    not the man.

    How far we go with that
    to improve your world?
    I think you’ll go backwards.
    If it’s poison from within,
    I can help you there.
    Just give me a ring.
    Alright family?
    You’re all that I have left.
    Do you understand that bit?
    I’m fighting for my life here.
    I can use some support you look up.
    I could use that,
    the understanding.

    When I was a kid and playing football,
    we had one more game
    the Thompson Lions.
    I was third string,
    tailback of all things.
    Got chased with the ball
    more than I ran it.
    It was a fiasco
    I tried to play catch.
    I was in the adolescent showdowns,
    pimples all over my face
    and pigeon-toed feet.
    Do you see that levy today?

    I just want yah to leave your phone
    number at when I can call.
    I can’t even sit at anybody’s table.
    I’m a bigger voice
    than that discovery teenager.
    I’m about the world now,
    and I keep the juice in my gun and don’t masturbate,
    and I give harm to no one.
    Will it make any difference
    Steven,
    Emily?

    Alright I’ve pulled you up on the carpet.
    Mean, is that mean?
    I’m in dire straits here,
    and family is given to me as the model
    of who you can always rely on.
    That model’s bullshit,
    but almost every movie plays it
    and so many of our songs.
    Open it,
    let’s open it,
    we are family.
    [sing above line, song title, Sister Sledge]
    Total perception,
    there’s what happenin’
    in this poetry seer.
    I see you’re not organized enough to see it.
    Calm down,
    I’m not mad at you.
    I just need some help,
    okay?

    She didn’t have little kids at her house
    or any sore thumbs.
    He might represent
    ailing mankind.
    They’re gonna get that option too,
    the program I failed.
    Where’s history draw the line,
    option failed?
    I think the world’s bigger than that
    and conscious too.
    Wouldn’t you want to see that in my eyes?
    Talkin’ to you
    my family.
    Lip service,
    you know I don’t play that game.

    Now hypocrisy,
    this is exactly
    David Koresh,
    the stupidity he treated kids with
    when he put them in bed with him.
    Are you going over that with me?
    Even if you had doubts you know that’s not true.
    There is a deeper interior
    you haven’t gotten to,
    a more profound base.
    From there,
    if you’re connected with someone,
    your heart reached out
    and saw if they were right or not.
    If you had a perfect comeback,
    you could judge me in sin,
    but I’m not in sin am I?
    You eyes can see inside
    that far.

    So now you will ignore me
    and not hear my plea?
    I’m here man I’m here.
    Will you send the cops
    and try to kill me,
    or will you purple up this paper
    with the royalty is shows,
    the kingdom of love?
    Straight as altitude,
    I am the seat on my helmet.
    Listen to me quick.
    I won’t leave the world behind.
    I won’t leave you behind either,
    if we have an opening together.

    Now tell me,
    is truth worth Supermind?
    I’m all ears,
    and a book really turned me on
    at the sap,
    Hand Over That Mountain,
    and it looks like
    I truly am.
    Just dry and soft
    no.
    It’s the tallest thing you’ll ever read,
    and nothing can match it watch it grow.

    Tell her to turn down please,
    turn down.
    A student’s library
    run any bounds here?
    We need to change the world.
    Put paratroopers and airplanes
    and drop them over everything.
    Why are you so disguise my bucket?
    Do you think I’m molestin’ the world?
    It’s medic though.
    It gives you the real thing.

    Trust yourself first.
    You’re not limited,
    and that’s the axle of the program,
    the inner guide.
    Come on people hear it now.
    Hear it give this voice a song,
    and hear me sing it loud,
    my sweet Lord.
    [sing above line, song title, George Harrison]
    Am I standin’ on whodunit?
    I’m clear as a whistle here,
    hallelujah
    my dear Lord.
    [sing above two lines to tune of “My Sweet Lord”]
    Did my song reach you?
    Did you come on board?

    Heavy duty,
    that can do it,
    and I’m right in the middle
    doin’ it,
    right in the middle of everybody,
    on mountaintops.
    There I am with you,
    but this was a job to have by the economies,
    and now continue
    you’re wrapped around.
    Diego your boyhood answer,
    how it followed you home
    puppy love.

    Am I missin’ beats?
    It was a host’s problem
    we couldn’t buy, sell, trade
    just makin’ stuff up.
    This is the inner voice you know,
    and it gets down on the inside
    real clear,
    line by line’s you’re good at readin’,
    that little girl with her cat.
    Pussy, pussy,
    and you heard that before
    by John Lennon
    he heard in a dream,
    changed the lyric
    to not get censored,
    and right here we gold rush his song
    “#9 Dream”
    the pussy he let up to survive.

    There are a lot of interesting places I
    kept Gemini freeways
    where I went with a song.
    You want that,
    my God do you want that.
    You want the truth of that song.
    Not gonna fit
    in our helpless lessons plans.
    Motivational speakers,
    they get banned.
    Bullshit.
    Well I’m lettin’
    the inner voice out.
    Maybe if I can
    go all the way to town with it,
    I might get in trouble,
    but here I am,
    [sing above line to tune of, “Turn the Page”, Bob Seger]
    and we’re on the last line.

    I was lyricist
    nine ruly women
    making all ideas,
    making the sound of ideas,
    out past all forms and last lines
    a breach loved it of the Unknown.
    Who can say no to that?
    I’m at the stage.
    [sing above line to tune of “Turn the Page”]
    Fine, I’ll come home,
    in the right caption.
    A parting shot:
    am I going there alone?
    Sell my own question
    those mattress or we’re dead,
    what we lay on together son,
    get right down to it
    higher life.

    What are you doing?
    Miss further if I don’t cut off now.
    Round Tree followed the pix
    moon trail.
    Silence?
    That’s where this poem comes from,
    and that’s where it returns.
    Reich Train wants your Jews and holocaust.
    It’s a matter of board.
    That’s always on the table.
    It has somethin’ to do with the Israel lobby yeah,
    but more than that,
    much more than that,
    we don’t want it in our society again,
    the organized massed destruction of people,
    the systematic butcher,
    the very precise and orderly killing machine,
    the very mundane of massacre,
    done like you go to church
    or to the dentist’s office,
    so fucking banal it drives you crazy,
    so ordinary it flips you out.

    Don’t laugh we’re approaching that again.
    ICE and its niggers
    bring that to mind with hand and feet.
    Now could they do a holocaust,
    Trump and his regime?
    If they could get that far.
    Look at the climate today.
    What does Alligator Alcatraz mean?
    Look at the lip behind it,
    the flippant notion,
    the c'est la vie,
    the wear it on a t-shirt,
    and we’re talking about people put in a prison
    for deportation,
    men, women, and children
    (the latter two on the way)
    in a swamp.

    I can gather other bright ideas
    from what’s goin’ on,
    but you see the mounting wheels.
    It can happen here,
    believe it or not,
    immigrants, pedophiles,
    you name it.
    We can stick anybody into that Shoah.
    Look at public opinion.
    Who’s vermin?
    The people that ICE murders,
    and don’t you find that odd
    there’s no remorse.
    Oh I’m sorry I killed a mother and her three children.
    That woman barely did an infraction.
    Talk to her children today.
    Where’s momma?
    I want my momma.
    And you’re okay with that?
    She got in the way.
    It was her fault
    she was murdered.

    You are so stick in the ICE.
    Are you from Naples are yah,
    Bonita Springs,
    Fort Myers Beach?
    I wrote poetry and you put the cops at my door.
    You could be a killing machine,
    oh yeah.
    You can support massacres.
    What do you have to say for yourselves?
    Come on, leave a comment below.
    Will you send more cops to my house,
    because I’ve made you mad?
    I’m on the island.
    Well, hey, you can give me to money to leave.
    Happiness is seeing Florida in my rearview mirror,
    and I’m not in a police car.
    Could you help me with that?
    Well I do appreciate it.
    I thank you,
    you rich people.
    Oh eye of the needle
    is waiting for you,
    and I bet you must be Christian.
    Goddamn hallelujah,
    and pass the ammunition, right?
    Yeah.

    Some kind of return to luminous secrecy,
    I sat immobile on life’s verge
    a witness self
    not yet achieved,
    but the sun is out,
    but the Self is out.
    I turn in thoughts of Self
    and luminous change,
    a heretic
    in your eyes,
    a monster in some.
    I spy the Earth
    right where I am,
    on your doorstep,
    poetrying your hatred to sleep,
    or opening your eyes wider,
    if your heart’s on luminous change.
    What are you doin’?
    I sit and wait for change.
    On a bottom line I sit and hurt
    waiting for the police to show up.
    You into that?
    #AI #AlligatorAlcatraz #censorship #donaldTrump #FortMyresBeach #johnLennon #NaplesFlorida #poem #policeState #SouthwestFlorida #supermind #USImmigrationAndCustomsEnforcement #warWithIran
  5. #MAGA youth, skull and bones, grim reapers... #Nazi 2.0 - basically. #Europe needs to prepare for our "ally" to turn on us.

    Guards at #AlligatorAlcatraz are now wearing Grim Reaper patches: report | The Independent
    the-independent.com/news/world

  6. The raffle has closed and the winner has been notified. She’s a collector who subscribes to my newsletter, not someone from Mastodon, but I was very happy to receive a good handful of donations from people on the app! Thanks everyone for helping me turn one mug into $900 for Friends of the Everglades. Here’s the latest on #AlligatorAlcatraz: orlandosentinel.com/2026/03/04
    #Florida #ICE

  7. Thank you to everyone who’s donated to Friends of the Everglades. We’ve raised about $800 so far—much more than I would have been able to give on my own. One more day to go. #fundraiser #ICE #AlligatorAlcatraz #Florida #EnvironmentalActivism

  8. I'm raffling this oversized mug to support Friends of the Everglades, a #Florida environmentalist group who have been fighting alongside the Miccosukee Tribe against #AlligatorAlcatraz #ICE detention center in court. Donate any amount and email your receipt to [email protected]. I will pick a winner at random on Wednesday at 5pm ET. US only, please.
    everglades.org/stop-alligator-

  9. @kbindependent "In his veto message, Trump was critical of the tribe, saying, 'The #MiccosukeeTribe has actively sought to obstruct reasonable immigration policies that the American people decisively voted for when I was elected.'

    "The other bill was designed to help local communities finance the construction of a pipeline to provide water to tens of thousands in Colorado.

    "The White House did not issue any veto threats prior to passage of the bills, so Trump’s scathing comments in his veto message came as a surprise to sponsors of the legislation. Ultimately, his vetoes had the effect of punishing backers who had opposed the president’s positions on other issues.

    "The water pipeline bill came from Republican Rep. #LaurenBoebert of Colorado, a longtime Trump ally who broke with the president in November to release files on convicted sex offender #JeffreyEpstein."

    #USPol #GOP #ResistTrump #AlligatorAlcatraz #NativeAmericanSovereignty #WaterIsLife

  10. How Everglades Jetport environmental battle spurred Earth Day, new laws

    Everglades National Park was established in 1947. The same year, Marjory Stoneman Douglas published The Everglades: River of…
    #Environment #AlligatorAlcatraz #EarthDay #everglades #Florida #history #Jetport
    europesays.com/2685196/

  11. #Trump vetoes #Miccosukee #flood protection, citing tribe’s opposition to ‘#AlligatorAlcatraz’

    https://floridaphoenix.com/2025/12/31/trump-vetoes-miccosukee-flood-protection-citing-tribes-opposition-to-alligator-alcatraz/

    The Miccosukee Tribe’s lawsuit contesting an #immigration detention facility in the Everglades cost them federally funded flood protection, at least if President Donald Trump gets his way.  President Donald Trump on Tuesday vetoed HR 504, federal legislation intended to provide flood protection to Osceola Camp, a Miccosukee residential area in the Everglades. In his veto letter, the president blamed the tribe for having “actively sought to obstruct reasonable immigration policies that the American people decisively voted for when I was elected.”

  12. Jared Kushner, Steve Witkoff, and two former DOGE officials are part of the White House's taskforce leading conversations about “humanitarian assistance” and postwar “reconstruction” of Gaza (aka profiteering)

    theguardian.com/us-news/2025/d

    #AlligatorAlcatraz #Gaza

  13. #Ochopee, US
    A nativity scene depicting the birth of Jesus and featuring Mary and Joseph in cages near the entrance to #AlligatorAlcatraz in #Florida. Activists said the display represented a family separated from their baby. They have called for the detention camp to be shut down, for those detained be freed and for an end to ICE raids
    Photograph: Joe Raedle

  14. The company that brought you Alligator Auschwitz was on track to "rebuild" Gaza before the Guardian started asking questions

    Jared Kushner, Steve Witkoff, and two former DOGE officials are part of the White House's taskforce leading conversations about humanitarian assistance and postwar reconstruction of Gaza

    “None of these people are humanitarians or have backgrounds in humanitarian assistance. It’s a bunch of crap”

    theguardian.com/us-news/2025/d

    #gaza #DOGE #alligatorauschwitz #alligatoralcatraz

  15. #Brooklyn man fights for husband in ‘#AlligatorAlcatraz’

    https://www.amny.com/news/brooklyn-man-detained-ice-alligator-alcatraz/

    The beloved husband of a Brooklyn man detained by #ICE at 26 Federal Plaza last month says the love of his life is now stuck in a cage in the #Florida mass detention camp known as “Alligator Alcatraz.”

  16. Is this what European Governments will submit to, the old horrors of the past replayed because everyone who fought last time to stop Fascism is now dead, so their worthless grandchildren can lock up brown kids in cages...

    democracynow.org/2025/12/10/fl

    #AlligatorAlcatraz #ConcentrationCamps #Florida #USPOL #USPOLITICS #Torture #HumanRights #WWII

  17. "Multiple detainees describe unlucky souls being put into a 2x2 metal 'box' in the Florida sun." #America is this who you are? Are you proud to torture people? Are you the land of #torture?
    ___
    Amnesty International Describes Alligator Alcatraz Like a Torture-Fueled CIA Black Site - jezebel.com/alligator-alcatraz

    #uspol #alligatoralcatraz #Florida #desantis #immigration #trumpcamps

  18. CW: Torture by FL and ICE confirmed by Amnesty

    Amnesty International reports TORTURE BOX used at Alligator Auschwitz.

    Apparently Alligator Auschwitz is really earning the name. Four different men have reported to Amnesty that a 2 foot by 2 foot cage outside in the weather AND THE MOSQUITOES is being used to torture detainees for trifles. Detainees are shackled so they cannot sit or change positions, and exposed to the sun, rain, and dense clouds of mosquitoes.

    At least one detainee was subjected to this torture for an entire day. If a malaria outbreak begins in all of Florida, Alligator Auschwitz may be the starting point of it.

    #AlligatorAlcatraz #AlligatorAuschwitz #DeSantisDachau

  19. New Report Exposes Torture, Abuse, and Medical Neglect in Florida Migrant Jails

    Two immigration detention centers in Florida have gained notoriety for inhumane conditions since Republican Gov. Ron DeSantis, in close alignment with President Donald Trump’s anti-immigrant agenda, has rapidly scaled up mass detention in the state, and a report released Thursday detailed how human rights violations at the two facilities amount to torture in some cases.

    Source

    This post has been syndicated from Truthout, where it was published under this address.

  20. 'Copy of #Guantánamo': Human rights group alleges torture, inhumanity at '#AlligatorAlcatraz,'

    https://floridaphoenix.com/2025/12/04/copy-of-guantanamo-human-rights-group-alleges-torture-inhumanity-at-alligator-alcatraz-krome/

    #Amnesty International reports rights violations at #Florida #immigrant detention sites. Two Florida migrant detention centers may have violated international standards by torturing detainees, a human rights organization claimed in a bombshell report released early Thursday morning.

  21. #Florida officials received hefty lump sum of cash from federal government to cover cost of #Everglades #AlligatorAlcatraz. As reported first by WPLG, Dept of #HomelandSecurity #dhs revealed 2 days after the fact that Florida had been awarded the full $608.4 million #stockpile of funds within the Detention Support Grant Program, a new program housed under the Federal Emergency Management Agency #FEMA designed to compensate states for detaining #undocumented #immigrants. truthout.org/articles/florida-

  22. Florida ‘Black Site’ Horror: Nearly 2,000 Migrants 'Disappear' From ICE Detention Camp

    dailyboulder.com/florida-black

    Nearly 2,000 migrants detained at a remote ICE facility deep in the Florida Everglades have effectively vanished from public tracking systems — sparking outrage, fear, and growing comparisons to secretive “black sites” typically associated with war zones, not U.S. soil.

    #AlligatorAlcatraz #Migrants #Disappeared #TortureCamp #Extrajudicial #BlackSite #FEMA #NoOversight