Politics is 10% feel-good, 10% token bones thrown your way, and 80% whatever lie makes you open your wallet or pull their lever. “I’ll lower your taxes.” “I’ll fix it all.” Give me a topic — I’ll craft a gullible lie that feels like hope, and you’ll vote for me. That’s not cynicism, that’s the playbook.
And the people around power? I just read how many of Trump’s own inner circle called him a con artist, a loser — now watch them lick his shoes at cabinet meetings. You think those same people have your back? That’s like trusting a vampire who swears he’s switched to milk.
Meanwhile, we’re paying more for gas, skipping meals because groceries are out of reach, and somehow in a war nobody voted for and Congress never approved. The Kennedy Center is next on the demolition list if nobody stands up.
How did we get here? We believed what we were told instead of what we could see with our own eyes.
So keep your party label if you want — I don’t care. But in your heart, become independent. Not the party. The mindset. Someone who finds their own answers instead of being handed them.
Not in faith. In blind political trust.
