The video “Anti-ICE Protestors Issue Me a Chilling Warning” by intrepid (and apparently frostbite-resistant) independent journalist Nate Friedman is a hilarious, teeth-chattering dispatch straight from the frozen tundra of a New York City anti-ICE rally—conveniently timed one year after Trump’s big comeback. Nate rolls up early, hands turning into popsicles while he quips about yanking off his gloves, and right away drops the million-dollar question that’s clearly kept every virtue-signaling hipster up at night: “Why are we shivering outside a library like sad penguins when we could be blocking traffic at Trump Tower literally every single day?”
Cue the greatest hits of performative outrage. A private chef brandishes a “Murderer” sign aimed at the big bad orange man, confidently brands Tom Homan (ICE’s deportation champ) a full-on Nazi… until Nate casually mentions Obama slapped a shiny medal on Homan in 2015 for crushing deportation records. Plot twist! Her enlightened response: “Uh… Trump probably got to him somehow.” Because nothing says “deep thinker” like retroactively canceling your own side’s heroes.
Then there’s the visionary who wants open borders drenched in “empathy” (because empathy fixes logistics, apparently), and the absolute galaxy-brain suggestion to abolish ICE and replace it with… the immigrants themselves. Yes, folks: let the people who just crossed the border moonlight as border guards. What could possibly go wrong? Efficiency, accountability, national security—pfft, details. A Maoist Communist Union duo earnestly pitches their “pre-party organization,” lecturing on mass line theory and brushing off Mao-era famines and purges as mere “bourgeois smears.” But relax—they assure us coffee will survive the revolution. “The workers harvested the beans, comrade.”
The vibe gets extra spicy with masked coordinators slinking around like low-budget spies, hissing “Don’t talk to that Zionist” to anyone who makes eye contact with Nate. When he innocently inquires, “Hey, when’s the Free Iran rally scheduled?” the response is pure gold: “Talk to the People’s Forum.” Classic deflection—because nothing screams “principled solidarity” like selective outrage.
All the while, the crowd chants “F*** ICE” on loop, waves trans flags alongside Ukrainian ones (priorities!), hawks $20 “revolutionary” T-shirts, and engages in profound philosophical debates about whether storming a Minneapolis church mid-service to heckle an ICE-linked parishioner is “a bit much” or “totally fine if the pastor’s chill.” Spoiler: opinions are split, but the nuance is razor-thin.
Nate, bless his chilled soul, endures the nonstop rejection, the “drop dead, fascist” love notes, and actual tailing by what he suspects are paid pros trying to dox his address—all while asking the one question nobody wants to answer: “Okay, abolish ICE… then what?” The answers range from vague “empathy reforms” to letting immigrants self-police the border to straight-up “shut down the whole system.” Passion? Overflowing. Concrete plans? Crickets. It’s a masterclass in feelings-over-facts theater.
His raw, no-makeup style—freezing in the snow, shrugging off insults, and politely pressing for actual solutions—peels back the curtain on this glorious circus: endless rage, zero roadmap, and a burning desire to dismantle government, borders, and common sense itself in the Trump era. All masterfully orchestrated, we can only assume, by the usual shadowy hand behind the curtain (you know the one—rhymes with “People’s Forum funding streams”).
Sources: Midtown Tribune news , Video : Anti ICE Protestors Issue Me a Chilling Warning Nate Friedman