I got a message asking if I was a Democrat or a Republican.

Not a revelation.
Just a reminder of something I’ve known for a long time.

Like it’s a real choice.
Like, picking a side changes anything.

I’ve had an equal disdain for both sides for as long as I can remember.
Not because I studied politics…
But because something never sat right.

Even as a kid, watching those speeches…
the suits, the podiums, the polished delivery…

It always felt off.
Like I was watching something that is rehearsed
everyone else was taking seriously.

I grew up in Los Angeles.

I didn’t just hear about struggle… I saw it.
Lived around it. Lived through parts of it.

Poverty.
Addiction.
People breaking down in real time.
Men, women, kids… at their lowest.

I’ve seen what the streets actually look like
when the cameras aren’t rolling.

And that’s why the disconnect never made sense.

Because while all of that was happening…

There they were.

On screens. On stages.
Talking about progress.

Same script. Different suit.

They talk about change
over footage of a city falling apart
like no one can see it.

Promises on screen
decay off camera.

Decades pass.

Different presidents.
Different mayors.
Different faces.

Same streets.
Same decay.

Just better acting.
Better lighting. Better the slogans.

They pull at people with words designed to feel like hope.

American pride.
Hope.
Change.
Greatness.

Different slogans… same effect.

Meanwhile:

The sidewalks crack.
The tents multiply.
The sickness spreads.

And the people at the top?
They don’t feel any of it.

They talk about sacrifice
from private jets.

They talk equality
from gated hills.

And the people?

Arguing.
Defending.
Dividing.

Left vs right
like it’s a game worth winning.

But nothing gets fixed.

Because that’s the pattern.

Keep people focused on each other
so they never look at what’s actually happening.

Decades deep. Nothing fixed.

They call it leadership.

I call it a loop.

And the loop only works
if people keep choosing sides
instead of seeing the pattern.

End Signal. 📡