video: ICE Subway Sandwich Thrower Found NOT GUILT by Jury Nullification– CONGRATS to Antifa!!

Sean Dunn, the human catapult of condiments, hurls a ham-on-rye right into the grill of some ICE agents after screaming in their faces like he’s auditioning for a reboot of The Exorcist meets Subway Surfers. And what happens? The grand jury shrugs like, “Eh, bigger fish to fry—pass the mustard.”

Then today, in a courtroom twist that makes Law & Order look like a documentary, this deli desperado gets slapped with misdemeanor assault, stares down the barrel of damning video evidence (you know, the kind where his arm’s basically a slow-mo boomerang of beef and betrayal), and the jury? They go full “Not Guilty!”

Jury nullification? More like jury naptime! These folks must’ve thought, “Sure, he assaulted an officer of the law, but that’s not the law enforcement we support.”

Meanwhile, Antifa’s commie clowns are out there plotting to incinerate ICE facilities, and shoot up ICE officers, and suddenly have been openly told they have a base to work from.
“Try us in court, suckers—we’re basically unprosecutable fanfic characters!” Because in the Trump-deranged fever swamps, any “resistance” is fair game. Yell at cops? Heroic. Chuck a club sandwich at federal agents? That’s just “expressing your artisanal angst.” In 2020 lawyers caught throwing Molotov cocktails into Cope cars in New York City, received only one year in prison, while Enrique Tarrio, not even at the January 6 protests, got 18 years.
And don’t get me started on Virginia—oh wait, too late! They elected a guy whose daydreams sound like a rejected Saw sequel scripted by a rejected South Park intern: “Ooh, let’s murder the political opponent and his kids, watch ’em bleed out in Mommy’s arms, and BOOM—suddenly the they’ll flip their political beliefs because of the pain caused!
It’s like grief counseling with a side of guillotine! Brought to you by the same enlightened souls who’ll will clutch their pearls if you misgender a houseplant, but hey, fantasize about filleting your foes? That’s just “passionate allowable discourse,” if they are centrists or on the right.

Folks, we’re not a society anymore—we’re a bad improv troupe where the only rule is anything is allowed if you hate the Great Orange.
The law? It’s less a blindfolded lady with scales and more a tipsy bartender serving free shots to her buddies at the owner’s expense while turning away business from paying customers.
Equal justice? Ha! That’s for fairy tales, right next to “Bigfoot runs a fair election” and “Politicians keep their hands out of your wallet.” At this rate, the only thing holding us together is the collective eye-roll from space—because even the aliens are like, the reason we win’t showing ourselves is cause, “Y’all need therapy..”
Wake up, America: If throwing lunch at law enforcement is the new “get out of jail free,” I’m stocking up on bagels. Your move, jury—bon appétit!