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Renee Nicole Good, 37, was murdered by an ICE agent in Minneapolis on Wednesday, January 7, 2026.
The New York Times
According to FFF [Fat Fascist Felon]: I have just viewed the clip of the event which took place in Minneapolis, Minnesota. It is a horrible thing to watch. The woman screaming was, obviously, a professional agitator, and the woman driving the car was very disorderly, obstructing and resisting, who then violently, willfully, and viciously ran over the ICE Officer, who seems to have shot her in selfdefense.
The situation is being studied, in its entirety, but the reason these incidents are happening is because the Radical Left is threatening, assaulting, and targeting our Law Enforcement Officers and ICE Agents on a daily basis. They are just trying to do the job of MAKING AMERICA SAFE. We need to stand by and protect our Law Enforcement Officers from this Radical Left Movement of Violence and Hate!
The Puppy Killer had this to say: It’s clearly established law that a vehicle driven by a person and used to harm someone, is a deadly weapon. Deadly force is perfectly lawful when a threat is faced by a weapon. So I do believe that this officer used his training in this situation.
ICE agents repeatedly ordered her to get out of the car and to stop obstructing law enforcement, but she refused to obey their commands. She then proceeded to weaponize her vehicle and she attempted to run a law enforcement officer over.
Minnesota Governor Tim Walz stated: From here on, I have a very simple message: We do not need any further help from the federal government. To Donald Trump and Kristi Noem, you’ve done enough.
To Americans who are watching this, if you’re in Portland or you’re in LA, or you’re in Chicago, or you’re wherever they’re coming next, stand with us. Stand with us against this.
And Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey called on the power of love: Next, a message to our community. Look, we all know that the agenda of this Trump administration is to create chaos. Let us respond right now with our best versions of self. This is a moment where all of us, in Minneapolis and beyond, we can rise to the occasion. We can show them who we are. We can show them the kind of courage, bravery, love and compassion that makes Minneapolis Minneapolis, and that makes America America.
Renee Nicole Good had a degree in English. She was a poet, writer, and parent of three. Good died a few blocks from where she lived. She was a US citizen and was described as an "observer" who was keeping an eye on ICE because she was concerned about her neighbors.
When I found out the felon in the White House had kidnapped Nicolás Maduro of Venezuela, my first thought was, Now that we know it's okay to go into another country to steal their leader and imprison him and his wife, will someone please kidnap our fascist and maybe take Melanie, too? Canada? Pretty please with sugar on it?
I nominate Debra (She Who Seeks) and HRH. They're an unbeatable team. Debra, it's not that difficult to find Mar-a-Lago. Stroll in while he's having one of his shindigs. He's the pudgy guy with weird hair, an ill-fitting suit with too-long red tie, cankles, and bruises on his hands. He won't see you coming because he'll be sound asleep.
Take or leave Melanie. I don't care. He doesn't either. She might like to go back to Slovenia. She's the one who doesn't like children and can't speak English. According to him, she has her panties steamed. Announcing that turns him on, although doing anything about it is a thing of the past.
Make sure you keep him in solitary confinement. *PEDOPHILE ALERT*
And that's not funny in the least.
I'm undecorating the Christmas tree the same way I decorated it. I walk by it; I take off an oranament. At this rate, it might be down by Easter.
I don't think I told you about my neighbor, Scott. I'm surrounded by men. On one side in the yellow house is Andrew, a very nice young man. I thought he was in his 20s. He told me he's 40! On the other side in the white brick house is Henry. Henry is pleasant, but I don't see much of him. Behind Henry's house is a white garage with an apartment above it. Scott and his daughter live in the apartment.
Scott is soooooo nice. He fusses about me –– if he sees me working in the yard and he thinks it's too hot, he tells me I need to get inside. He gave me some clippers because he heard me using my chainsaw (I think he's worried I'll cut off my arm or leg or head; I still use the chainsaw but the clippers come in handy).
Scott had company on Christmas Day, when we had lovely, warm weather. Princess and I went for a walk and saw some of his guests. I'm sure he's a great host.
Early in the evening. we heard a knock on the door and his raspy voice called out IT'S SCOTT! He brought me loads of food: Lasagna (the best I've ever had) and garlic bread, a seafood boil, and excellent barbecued chicken. I feasted for days.
I have wonderful neighbors, but Scott goes above and beyond. He always says to tell him if I need anything, and so does Bob, a musician who lives across the street with his lovely wife Annette, a teacher.
Carol took me out to lunch Sunday when she got home from church. I should have taken a picture of her. She looked beautiful in a lavender skirt suit. Carol doesn't wear a skirt or dress without a slip and hose. She's a traditionalist and she sticks with the way she was raised. Carol does not wear a girdle, although she thinks some women could use them!
I'm grateful to be considered family.
And speaking of family, Favorite Young Man and K sent me what K described as a "box of hugs" for Christmas: A beautiful shawl I wrap myself in on chilly days, a nice mug and hot cocoa mix, cozy socks, and many other goodies.
I was in a bad mood when I started writing this post, and now I feel better. The US is headed for even bigger trouble, I'm sure, with the felon threatening Mexico and still yapping about wanting Greenland. We'll see what happens with his Venezuela fiasco. I'll watch it play out and we'll protest and we'll still call it the Kennedy Center and his name will be removed and occasionally, the Supreme Court rules against him. If he puts in marble armrests, they'll end up being removed and so will he.
Princess and I watched Wicked: For Good on New Year's Eve. Princess is quite particular about her television choices.
She was interested in the movie at first, resting and watching from a spot on the floor close to where I was sitting.
I'm sorry the photos aren't all that good. We didn't have a lot of light. Princess is camera shy, so I have to grab a shot of her with my phone when I get the chance.
I never know why Princess likes a movie or TV series. She refuses to tell me, but she clearly found For Good appealing –– for a while.
She usually sits on my lap to watch TV, but this time she moved closer to the TV.
Yes, that's her head sticking out of her blue hoodie, right in from of the TV.
But then the magic ended with one sentence. Madame Morrible (Michelle Yeoh) said, Animals can't be trusted.
I finished watching the movie while Princess very pointedly ignored it. I did hear her whisper, That's a mighty big load of boolshit somebody had to shovel.
I'm a cynical optimist. I'm afraid of 2026, yet I remain hopeful that somehow, some way, the US will pull through the coming year with our democracy intact, in spite of 🐙 and his hold over the Supreme Court. His approval ratings sink with each passing month. His name will be removed from the Kennedy Center. Those stupid plaques in the White House with his moronic descriptions of the presidents will be removed. The East Wing will be rebuilt and there will be no ballroom.
There will be no 🟧. He will be nothing but a painful memory. Maybelline Vance will disappear into oblivion with Erika Kirk.
We can look forward to many great events –– mid-term elections and doing everything we can to put Democrats in power in the House and the Senate, the next presidential election and a good, solid Democrat in the White House who will fight for the rights of all people, no matter the color of their skin or their sexual orientation.
In the coming year, we will continue to point out the lies and to protest the bullshit, and even more important, to promote good, to promote love.
I love you all, my dear, bloggy friends. In fact, I celebrated a blogaversary a few days ago. I wrote my first blog post during December, 2009. I've been blogging for 16 years. Some years I've blogged a lot, and others, not so much. I always appreciate your support and friendship.
You've been there for me to celebrate the addition of dogs to my little family and helped me when I've mourned deaths. You were great when times were rough with Favorite Young Man. The high point of 2025 for me is having him back in my life, along with meeting his beloved, K. I adore her. She said she think of me as her mother-in-law, so I claim her as my daughter-in-law.
It's turned chilly in Florida, so tonight Princess and I will be in our jammies watching Wicked: For Good and cursing a bit when the fireworks get too loud. That Princess has quite the potty mouth.
Happy 2026!
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
One last Christmas picture –– I don't think I showed you the tablecloth I embroidered.
This is the only selfie I have ever taken. The bed behind me is a mess because Princess jumps in and out of it all day. You might notice I don't have a top to my head. It's because I took it off, set it down somewhere, and then couldn't find it again. My hair is pulled back in a braid because I haven't gotten it cut in about a year and a half. It's as if I have COVID hair all over again, but now I have NO MONEY hair! 🤣
It's our first Christmas without Penelope. She was a funny girl with a lot of complaints, many of them about me. If I left the house I was gone for years. I shouldn't work at my stupid job. I thwarted her attempt to travel to France using the steps she found under the deck.
Penelope was critical. She called Franklin the village idiot (to be fair, he intentionally misprounced her name as Penlapee, which drove her mad). Until she and Princess became best friends, Penelope didn't like the German girl who might have been adopted to replace her.
But Penelope loved Kissmas, so we'll look back at one of her pre-Kissmas posts.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
It's me it's me it's me. It's Penelope. Wait till you see what I have!
Mom Mom told Santa Paws that it's cold and he brought me an early present. It's a new sweater!!!!!
It has the body of a penguin on my back and then my head sticks out of the opening so it looks like I'm a penguin. Mom Mom said I'm the most adorable penguin in the world. Human Brother called me Peneloguin. Then he said I'm CUTE! I wonder if being cute will make me fly like the reindeer on the TV.
I bet I'll fly the next time Human Brother says I'm cute. I almost flew in the backyard already because I ran fast fast fast in a big circle around the yard WHILE I WAS WEARING MY NEW SWEATER!
I'm a happy penguin. Happy happy happy.
Would you like to see a picture of me as a penguin? You know penguins are cute.
Wait a minute. You should see a penguin first because you might not have ever seen a penguin.
See? Penguins like art. I bet I'll get invited to an art museum now that I'm Peneloguin.
Okay. Here's a picture of me that Mom Mom took after I got tired and needed a rest from running in circles around the yard.
Wow. I am cute. I'm sure I'll fly soon.
I thought of something else. This isn't the way I write. I'd better write the way I usually write or you might think I'm Franklin.
Hello. It is I, Penelope.
No, Peneloguin! I don't care about writing the way I usually do. Let's have fun and fly!
Bye! See you soon! I know Santa Paws will bring more presents for me on Kissmas and I hope every present will be new clothes for me to wear because I'm CUTE!
