From Venmo "Terrorism" Donations to Bullet-Riddled Windshield: A Progressive Woman's Journey Home

The plot thickens, alright—another snow-choked Minneapolis morning turns into a goddamn bloodbath on Portland Avenue, January 7th, 2026. A 37-year-old woman, Renee Nicole Good, American citizen through and through, mother of three, poet, hobby guitarist, recent transplant to the Twin Cities with her wife and kid, ends up dead behind the wheel of her maroon Honda Pilot. Bullet holes punched through the windshield. Three shots from ICE agent Jonathan Ross, a ten-year veteran of the special response team who'd already been dragged half a block by a fleeing vehicle back in June '25.

The target that day? Hernand Cortez Valencia, Mexican national, prior convictions for sexual assault and four DUIs. ICE rolls up for the grab during one of the Trump administration's shiny new deportation sweeps—Operation Metro Surge or whatever they call the latest round of showy, snow-stuck raids. Good and her partner stop their SUV sideways in the street, blocking the way. Words get exchanged. Whistles get blown. She tells the agents she's not mad at them, everything's fine. Then she starts to pull away. Ross opens fire. Four hundred milliseconds later, two of the shots are out, and she's gone.

Federal side calls it self-defense: she weaponized the vehicle, tried to ram officers, domestic terrorism in action. Local side—Mayor Frey, Gov. Walz, half the city council—calls bullshit. Video doesn't show ramming, they say. Reckless escalation. Get the fuck out of Minneapolis. Protests erupt nationwide, vigils spring up with candles and signs reading "Justice for Renee," schools cancel class over safety fears, federal prosecutors resign in droves because the Justice Department wants to probe the widow harder than the shooter. Meanwhile, ICE gets more officers shipped in, and the whole thing spirals like every other flashpoint in this fractured republic.

Good wasn't some random bystander, though. She'd been plugged into the anti-ICE circuit—legal observer training through her kid's charter school crowd, whistle protocols for spotting feds, the whole disrupt-and-delay playbook. Instagram follows leaned hard into Antifa International territory. Venmo history had a BLM tag and a 2020 payment labeled for "terrorism." Far-left orbit, full stop.

And here's the kicker that nobody wants to say out loud: the same crowd pushing the compassion-and-kindness line, the pure-sunshine moms raising kids to believe borders are bigotry, seems to be swimming in a sea of their own diagnosed mental wreckage. Studies keep piling up—Pew data from 2020 showing over 56% of young white liberal women (18-29) reporting a professional mental health diagnosis, double the rate of their conservative counterparts. Antagonistic narcissism, psychopathic meanness, dogmatism—all correlating with left-wing aggression in the research. Polish shrink Andrzej Łobaczewski spent decades watching European leftists morph into narcissistic psychopaths under "happy times" prosperity, then weaponize the vulnerable into pathocracies where the abnormal rule and the normal get crushed.

So a woman steps out, trained to obstruct federal arrests, parks her SUV like a barricade, gets shot when she starts moving again. The feds say she tried to kill them. The locals say she was pure love. Protests burn, resignations fly, more agents flood in. And somewhere in the middle, the same ideological soup that turns compassion into confrontation keeps churning out broken people who think dying for the cause is noble. Self-destructive, sure. But noble in their own fever-dream way.

The plot doesn't just thicken—it curdles. And nobody's got the stomach to ask why the people screaming loudest about kindness keep ending up in body bags or psych wards.