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Started by K-Dog, Jan 28, 2026, 05:49 AM

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More implementation of the 1984 George Orwell training manual.

KENKLIPPENSTEIN.COM2026-02-12

Exclusive: ICE Masks Up in More Ways Than One

Feds could be in your group chat.




What could possibly go wrong?

Agent Dan Crockett sat in an unmarked Ford Explorer outside the Alvarez house. On his laptop, Silo displayed Valeria Alvarez's Instagram. Valeria is twenty-three. Her bio said "dental assistant." Her posts showed a niece. Another window showed an appointment reminder for her DACA renewal scheduled for next Thursday.

Valeria had been brought from Chihuahua at age two by her parents. She had DACA. This mattered less than it used to.

Before joining ICE, Crockett had marched in Charlottesville. He carried a Proud Boys coin in his pocket.

Crockett was now assigned to Digital Community Engagement. Silo let him appear as a local user anywhere he wished to be. Crockett had requested to follow Valeria's private Instagram three weeks ago. She approved. He knew her schedule, her friends, her fears about her mother's diabetes. This was "masked engagement." No warrant required.

March 3, 2026. 6:47 a.m. Valeria Alvarez stopped at Mesa and Doniphan. Crockett hit his lights. She pulled over immediately.  Her hands visible on the wheel. Her DACA was current. Her paperwork was all in order. She had never received so much as a traffic ticket. She should have no reason to fear, but fear gripped her.

"Step out."

She did. She asked why she was pulled over.

"Your status is under review," said Crockett. "You're coming with us."

She was locked into the back seat of a car which had the interior door handles removed. The drive to the El Paso sector station took twenty-two minutes. A few minutes later she was in an interview room. Crockett closed the door. He hung his vest on a chair.

"Stand up."

She stood.

"Turn around."

She turned. She was crying. She asked what was happening.

Crockett said nothing. He removed his belt. He placed his sidearm on the table, within her reach, within his reach.

What happened next took four minutes and was not captured on the unplugged camera.

She said no. She said stop. Crockett told her to shut up. When he finished, he pulled up his trousers and told her to fix her skirt.

He opened the door. Outside the door a transport officer waited.

"She's ready for removal."

Valeria Alvarez had lived in the U.S. for twenty-one years. This did not matter. No one gave her the opportunity to produce documents. No one asked her how long she had lived here. Crockett and his fellow agents did not care.

She was transported to the El Paso Port of Entry at 9:22 a.m. She told the secondary officer she had been assaulted. The officer, a twenty-year veteran, ignored her. Valeria was placed on a van to Ciudad Juárez at 11:05 a.m.

She did not know who had raped her. She only knew his face.

Crockett logged his activity in Silo at 11:47 a.m.

Subject: Alvarez, Valeria.
Status: Removed.
Intelligence yield: Negative.
Engagement type: Masked (alias Marcus Vance).

The system accepted the entry and all evidence of Marcus Vance was erased.

Valeria Alvarez stood at the Paso del Norte bridge holding her empty purse. Her phone and car keys were gone. In a few hours her life for the past twenty-one years had been erased.