Off To Washington

D.C. is the center of the empire. The town is a showcase of its arrogance and opulance. I have high hopes that things are about to change.

I used to write a journal on all of the travels I would take when I was younger. Nothing was better than a roll of 36-picture Kodak film, a spiral notebook, and a pen. Times have changed, and now I’ll be armed with an iPhone and a computer to do the journaling, but I hope to give you an inside look at the party for Trump and the gang in Washington this week. As I described in my last piece, I am not a fan of these empire celebrations when we are the broke-brokiest nation in the history of the world, but this is the thing happening in politics this week and this one feels very unique and different than other inaugurations from the past. I’m excited to take all of our readers along for the journey.

All throughout the Kennedy campaign, I was a computer warrior - making films and writing pieces about what I saw was happening. I made over 100 pieces during the campaign, and I have never been more proud of using my creative gifts to participate in something I felt so strongly about. I don’t know if, in the end, this coalition of billionaires and blue collars and health nuts can make a change in this cesspool of a town, but I am certainly more hopeful than at any point in my adult life about the vehicle of politics to do it. It’s either now or it won’t ever be.

I like to think I have one man on the inside, Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who would tell me if things were unfixable. He set out to do it, and even though the title by his name isn’t “President,” I think his position is the canary in the coal mine about what will happen in the Trump administration. If things go well for Kennedy, things are going to go well for America and Trump’s objectives.

As I boarded our Southwest flight this morning, there was a heightened security presence. We were checked at the gate by the TSA to make sure that we hadn’t somehow switched places with a terrorist in the conspiratorial tunnels of DIA in a plot to ruin the celebrations. The plane was filled with MAGA folks and MAHA folks all headed into the swamp to celebrate what has small rumblings of a new era in America. Sure, the town was inundated yesterday with this year’s version of the pussy hats, and good for them. Thankfully, CNN wasn’t there to call it an insurrection - so no one will end up in jail over it. It’s still a reality that the country is divided. Undoubtedly, a lot of people see tomorrow as the end of America and the installation of the Trumpreich; but a great many of us see it as a new time of renewal in a tired and beleaguered country. It remains to be seen if this is business as usual in this citadel of nonsense or if things are going to be different - but for many of us, there is a lot of optimism that this could be a non-violent third American Revolution.

I have no interest in more division. It was one of the reasons that I supported Mr. Kennedy as strongly as I did. His ability to heal the divide was real - and I believe it remains real even if it’s under the umbrella of Trump. I hope that what Trump does in forward action starts to impact the people of this country and that they realize how deeply they have been lied to and propagandized by everything around them. If Mr. Trump can move quickly and dismantle the apparatus that hangs over the heads of all of us outside of Washington, liberty will speak for itself. That is the real optimism that we all look forward to. Liberty is inherent to the soul and if that is awakened again, the landscape for our children and their children will be much more of what we conceptualize the American Experiment to be.

I will be linking up with some of the MAHA Alliance staff this weekend as they are the people I am most connected to in this adventure. I would be disingenuous to you if I told you that it doesn’t bring me a lot of excitement. These are the people that, in many ways, I feel like I went to battle with during the course of the campaign. I admire many of them, and they have given me the opportunity to present my work to millions of people. I never envisioned that when I wrote my first piece nearly two years ago about RFK Jr., I would find myself in the thick of his campaign with access to his staff and the opportunity to make a slight difference. I was never a filmmaker or a content creator. I was just a person who wanted to discuss the degradation of our country, our money, and our people. I wanted my kids to know that in the last hours of the republic, I at least made an attempt to say something to try to rescue it.

Maybe it happened in this crazy cycle of desperation. Maybe we wrestled some small thread back from the deep state that has designs on ruling the people and eviscerating liberty. Maybe we will know by Tuesday, and maybe we won’t - but what many of us did during this last season of election was something more than the usual nonsense, and we are proud of it.

I am proud that I had the chance during the campaign, and now after, to work with

Jack Buckby

and others to try and discuss what matters. All of it changed my life, and I think collectively, our advocacy for something better changed America. I know that there’s a high probability that I will be disappointed - politics is generally just deciding on what degree of awfulness you can tolerate. However, if on Tuesday morning we wake up to Ross Ulbricht being free and the January 6th people being released from their unconstitutional incarceration, we can start to sink our hopes into an administration that is serious about unwinding an empire.

D.C. needs draining. The wealth that you and I have had confiscated by their tax system and terrible policies surrounding money, COVID-19, and endless spending on war is worn on the surface of every building and person in that Babylon-like city. This plane full of “deplorables” that I’m traveling on are on their way to celebrate their icon of hope. They aren’t donning the usual fancy wear that the city of opulence wears, and I prefer this version of people because they want an America in their image, not in the image of the arrogant. They want what I want. A healthy place with hearty people who don’t look to the marble city for their solutions.

I hope you will join me in these articles as I give you some inside looks at this new group of people who want the best for the country and who, in any other political moment, would never be invited to the ball. This is a Cinderella-type story that stars Lloyd Christmas in his orange tuxedo. None of us belong in the castle, and we probably won’t even be able to pretend we do. Let’s say this, my tuxedo fits, but I don’t fit the tuxedo. If Washington ever needed the rednecks and the blue collars and the abused citizens, it is now.

Let’s hope our presence chases out the people who arrogantly claim D.C. as theirs. They didn’t keep vigil over the liberty it represents, so they need to move along, pack up their offices, and come out to the hinterlands where their awful policies hit the average man in the gut. I think trading places for a few decades with the elite might be the best thing for all of us. The new stewards are here, and hopefully, we can do the guarding of liberty this time for the future generations of America.