Entitlement so staggering it borders on parody is currently on display in a story that could have come from the Babylon Bee. An illegal alien who murdered his girlfriend and dumped her body on a Michigan highway is suing President Donald Trump for $75 million, a public apology, and U.S. citizenship.
You can try your hardest to make this up, but it’s would take a deranged comical genius to get it right.
Brandon Ortiz-Vite, serving 39 to 102 years for the cold-blooded killing of Ruby Garcia, claims he was “humiliated” when Trump rightly used his case to illustrate the deadly consequences of open borders.
One almost has to admire the sheer gall. A man who entered this country illegally, got deported, snuck back in, and then executed a young American woman now demands the keys to the kingdom as compensation for being called what he is: America’s problem.
This is far worse than just another frivolous lawsuit. It is a window into the moral inversion that open-border advocates have spent years cultivating. The victim is forgotten. The killer is centered. Justice is recast as persecution. And the man who dared to speak the truth about the human cost of failed immigration enforcement becomes the defendant.
Ortiz-Vite, a 27-year-old Mexican national, pleaded guilty to second-degree murder in the March 2024 slaying of 25-year-old Ruby Garcia in Grand Rapids. After an argument, he shot her multiple times in the head, dragged her body from her car, and left her on the shoulder of U.S. 131.
He fled in her vehicle, later turning himself in and confessing. He had previously been deported in 2020 after a drunk-driving arrest. His DACA status had expired years earlier. He simply returned illegally, as so many do under policies that treat our laws as suggestions.
Trump seized on the case during a 2024 campaign stop in Grand Rapids, correctly labeling Ortiz-Vite as emblematic of the murderers, rapists, and drug traffickers flooding across the southern border under the previous administration. His mugshot appeared in campaign ads. The killer now whines that this publicity “shattered my dignity,” turned him into a “target,” and caused him to be mocked by fellow inmates.
In his handwritten pro se complaint filed in federal court against Trump and White House Principal Deputy Press Secretary Steven Cheung, Ortiz-Vite frets that “what only mattered was my race” and “my case and immigration status.”
He insists he “took full responsibility” yet somehow believes the nation owes him naturalization to “this beautiful country” plus a small fortune for the inconvenience of being identified as a killer.
“I was put into a category. Who I was as a person no longer mattered! … The shame it brought to my family name is a reality I have to live with now,” Ortiz-Vite wrote. “I took full responsibility for my actions but for them to use my case for political gain on TV was unjust. Humiliating.”
Unjust? Humiliating? The man who put multiple bullets into a young woman’s head and left her discarded like trash now postures as the aggrieved party. Legal experts have already dismissed the suit as dead on arrival. Former federal prosecutor Matthew Borgula noted that prisoner complaints are screened for frivolity, presidential immunity covers official acts, and mere embarrassment from true statements does not create a constitutional claim.
“The statements were substantially true, and being publicly embarrassed by a politician isn’t a constitutional violation. This case should end before it begins,” Borgula said.
Tudor Dixon, the former Michigan GOP gubernatorial candidate, said, “As long as we have Democrats jetting to other countries to coddle criminal illegal aliens over margaritas, this level of arrogance and entitlement from convicted murderers will continue. It’s time lawmakers stand with the Ruby Garcias of the world instead of her killer.”
Scripture is unambiguous about the gravity of such bloodshed. “Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed: for in the image of God made he man” (Genesis 9:6).
Ortiz-Vite took a life made in God’s image. He does not get to rewrite the narrative as a civil rights grievance because a presidential candidate refused to look away.
The deeper scandal is not one inmate’s delusional filing. It is the ecosystem that produced him and now enables his complaint. Ortiz-Vite lived most of his life in Kent County under the protection of DACA until it lapsed. After deportation, he walked right back in.
Garcia’s family has described a vibrant young woman who loved travel, work, and family—her sister Mavi remembered how Ruby “would brighten up the room with her beautiful smile and laugh.”
That light was extinguished by a man our system failed to keep out. Yet progressive media and activist class spent years insisting that “migrants” like Ortiz-Vite were the real victims of “cruel” enforcement. When Trump highlighted the body count, they clutched pearls about “stoking fear.” Now the killer himself files suit demanding citizenship as reparations for the spotlight.
This is the logical endpoint of a worldview that treats American sovereignty as optional and American lives as expendable props in a morality play about compassion. Mugshots are public records. Campaign speech about public safety is protected. A man who confessed to murder has no cognizable claim that being accurately described as a murderer somehow violates his rights. The only humiliation here belongs to a justice system and a political culture that has spent decades prioritizing the feelings of lawbreakers over the graves of their victims.
Ortiz-Vite wants counseling for his “anxiety and despair.” He wants $75.5 million in punitive damages. He wants naturalization. What he deserves is to serve every day of his sentence and then be removed from this country forever.
Ruby Garcia cannot sue anyone. She cannot demand an apology. She cannot reclaim the future stolen from her on the side of a Michigan highway. Her killer’s lawsuit is not a bid for justice. It is a grotesque reminder of how far we have drifted from basic moral order—and why secure borders and unapologetic enforcement remain non-negotiable.
The court should do what the previous administration would not: reject this absurdity outright and remind the nation that American citizenship is not a participation trophy for those who murder their way into the headlines.
Two Storms, One Harvest
Every food crisis in living memory has been a one-shock event. The 2008 price spike was a commodity bubble. The 2020 shortages were a logistics failure. The 2022 grain scare was a war on one exporter’s ports. Each time, the system bent, adjusted, and recovered, and each time the experts assured us afterward that global markets are simply too big and too diversified to fail.
What nobody in Washington seems eager to discuss is that 2026 is shaping up to be something the modern food system has never actually faced. Two independent shocks, one climatic and one geopolitical, are converging on the same harvest cycle at the same time. Not sequentially. Simultaneously.
Start with the weather. The Pacific Ocean is currently building toward what forecasters now openly call a record event. NOAA’s Climate Prediction Center puts the odds of at least a strong El Niño near 88 percent, with roughly two in three odds it reaches “very strong” status, the tier reserved for perhaps three or four events in the entire satellite era. Every major global model now projects a median peak in Super El Niño territory, and most of them project it exceeding the 2015-16 event, which until now held the modern record. Sea surface anomalies were already brushing the super threshold in mid-July, months before these events normally peak. The atmosphere has already shifted into El Niño mode, and the event is forecast to crest in late fall and early winter.
This is not about “climate change.” It’s about the standard cycles of weather, and the cycle we’re currently in is one that has likely devastated societies in the past. We’re better prepared as a society today, but not all Americans are equally prepared.
Serious households have started doing the quiet math on their own. Grocery bills tell part of the story, and the forecast maps tell the rest, which is why long-term food storage has moved from fringe hobby to mainstream line item in the family budget, with established suppliers like Heaven’s Harvest seeing demand from people who five years ago would have rolled their eyes at the idea. That instinct is not paranoia. It is pattern recognition, and the pattern is worth walking through carefully.
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The Fertilizer Clock Is Already Running
While the Pacific warms, the second shock has been unfolding in the Strait of Hormuz. The conflict with Iran turned the world’s most important energy chokepoint into a contested waterway, and the consequences reach far beyond the gas pump. Roughly a third of global fertilizer trade moves through Hormuz, and the disruption sent urea prices up 86 percent year over year by March, with a 53 percent jump in a single month.
The World Bank projects energy prices rising about 24 percent in 2026 and fertilizer about 31 percent. By its own accounting, fertilizer prices ran 35 percent higher in the first five months of this year than the same period last year.
Here is the mechanism the nightly news will not explain. Fertilizer is not a grocery item. It is a time-delayed input. The nitrogen a farmer in Iowa or Punjab could not afford to apply this spring does not show up as a problem this spring. It shows up as a thinner harvest six to twelve months later.
The World Bank’s own food security brief concedes that the effects of reduced applications earlier this season “are likely to become visible only later in harvest outcomes.” Translate that from institutional language into plain English and it means this. The damage is already done, it is already in the ground, and we are simply waiting for it to arrive on the shelf.
Now check the calendar. Six to twelve months from the spring planting season lands us squarely in late 2026 and early 2027. Which is precisely when the strongest El Niño in the instrumental record is forecast to peak, bringing its signature droughts to Southeast Asia, Australia, southern Africa, northern Brazil, and South Asia, the very regions that grow the world’s rice, sugar, and oilseeds.
The World Bank warns openly that a strong El Niño “could disrupt multiple crop belts simultaneously” on top of the conflict-driven input costs. Their baseline projection assumes the Middle East disruptions ease by autumn. What in the last two years of Middle East history suggests that assumption is safe?
The System Has No Slack Left
The comfortable answer is that global markets always adjust. But adjustment requires slack, and the slack is gone. Global cereal production is expected to decline from last year’s records even before El Niño does its work. The UN World Food Programme, hardly a den of right-wing preppers, is calling this the most significant disruption to its supply chains since Covid and the invasion of Ukraine, and its supply chain director put the stakes bluntly.
Today’s supply chain challenges are tomorrow’s hunger crisis.
There is also a political dimension that markets cannot price. When food gets scarce, governments do not behave like economists. They behave like politicians. Export bans, hoarding mandates, and panic buying at the national level turned the modest rice shortfall of 2008 into a global crisis, and analysts are already warning that import-dependent nations are the first dominoes.
The 2015-16 Super El Niño, a far weaker event than what is now forecast, threw tens of millions into food stress across Africa and Asia. This one is projected to be stronger, and it arrives with fertilizer already rationed by price and shipping lanes already contested by missiles.
What Joseph Knew
Scripture does not treat preparation for lean years as faithlessness. It treats it as wisdom delivered in advance to those willing to act on it.
Behold, there come seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt: And there shall arise after them seven years of famine; and all the plenty shall be forgotten in the land of Egypt.
Joseph did not respond to that warning with a hashtag or a committee. He stored grain during the years of abundance, and when the famine came, Egypt stood while its neighbors begged. The lesson is not that famine is certain. It is that the time to prepare is precisely when preparation still looks optional.
Nobody who filled a pantry in a year of plenty has ever regretted it, and nobody standing in an empty aisle has ever been glad he waited for certainty.
None of this calls for panic, and panic is the enemy of sound judgment anyway. It calls for the same unglamorous prudence our grandparents considered ordinary. Keep some cash margin, know your local growers, and put real food in deep storage while it is cheap and available, because the entire arc of this story is that cheap and available is a closing window.
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