Watch Los Angeles right now.
On election night, a candidate sat at 20% of the vote. Eight points behind in person. Then the late mail-in ballots started arriving.
She is now in second place.
And they have until July to keep counting.
This is not over. And it is not a coincidence.
This is the system working exactly as designed. In real time. In front of all of us.
And we have been screaming about this exact mechanism for six years.
Let me tell you what happened to the people who were screaming.
We were called conspiracy theorists. Election deniers. Liabilities. We were told to sit down, move on, and stop embarrassing the party.
Some of us lost friendships. Some lost professional opportunities. Some watched our names dragged through local papers and social media by people who called themselves our allies.
The grassroots women and men who stood in parking lots and church halls and community rooms, educating their neighbors about mail-in ballot chain of custody, signature verification, drop box vulnerabilities, and what no-excuse mail-in voting actually does to election integrity. The ones who taught themselves state and federal election law because nobody else would. Who searched for attorneys and came up empty. Who filed Right to Know requests, lawsuits pro se, without lawyers, without funding, and without the party infrastructure that was supposed to be fighting this fight beside them.
Those people were not rewarded.
They were neutralized.
I’ve written about that process before. It has a name.
While we were being neutralized, something else was happening.
The GOP establishment was not fighting the mail-in ballot machine.
It was embracing it.
Scott Presler built an empire on voter registration and mail-in ballot promotion. Turning Point USA raised millions, pushed the infrastructure, and turned what should have been a fight into a brand.
Charlie Kirk’s assassination was a tragedy. A man with a family, gone in a moment of senseless political violence. These complaints existed long before that horrific event, and they deserve to be examined on their own terms.
Whatever you believe about the circumstances, the organization he built is still here. The money is still flowing. The infrastructure is still running. And the grassroots voices that were drowned out while TPUSA collected its checks are still waiting for an accounting.
Death does not erase the record. It does not close the questions about how millions were raised on the promise of fighting a machine they were simultaneously feeding.
I’ve written about how that machine works. I’ve shown you the offers I received and refused. I’ve shown you what it cost me personally to say no.
Most of your favorites said yes.
The betrayal did not stop at the national level.
Right here at home, we watched it play out in miniature.
The grassroots came together. We worked. We organized. We turned out voters. We built the energy that should have made wins possible.
We elected a chair we believed in.
He immediately went to work against us.
Candidates were threatened. Quietly. Directly. Stay away from their town halls. Don’t be seen with those people. They are toxic.
Those town halls had actual voters in them. Real people. The kind of people who knock doors and make calls and show up on Election Day when everyone else has gone home.
He thought those threats were private. They were not.
We were always told what was being said. They never had the loyalty they thought they did.
That is what I wrote about in August. The purge is real. The pattern is documented. And it is not unique to Chester County.
And then there is Philadelphia.
John Allante McAuley is the kind of candidate the Republican Party claims it wants. A Black conservative from the streets of Philly. A man who walked away from a broken life, found faith, found truth, and started fighting for his city. He showed up at City Council in a MAGA hat and said what nobody else would say. Their team built Flip Philly Red from nothing. He ran for State Committee.
He is consistently trending.
And the party put more effort into stopping him than it has put into winning Philadelphia in decades.
Let that land.
While Democrats have run that city into the ground for seventy years, while crime climbs and residents flee and nothing changes, the people who are supposed to be fighting that machine were busy making calls and sending mass texts about one of our own.
I have heard things I cannot yet say in print. What I can say is this: when a grassroots Black conservative is gaining ground in a city the GOP has written off, and the response from inside the party is opposition rather than amplification, you are watching the machine protect itself.
Not the voters.
Not the mission.
Itself.
They demanded loyalty oaths from us.
From us.
The people who showed up. Who sacrificed. Who refused the influencer deals and the consultant money and the comfortable silence.
I answered that demand directly. I laid out the record. McCain and the Steele dossier. Ryan and what he knew and when. The procedural sabotage that never stops. The machine that wears Republican clothing and works against Republican voters.
Don’t ask for my loyalty when your record reads like that.
Don’t ask for it when you spent six years calling us crazy for raising the exact alarm that LA is proving out in real time tonight.
I wrote last year that they aren’t weak. They’re traitors.
I meant it then. I mean it more now.
Weakness is forgivable. Weakness is human. What they did to us was not weakness. It was a choice. A calculated, deliberate choice to protect a machine that benefits them and costs us everything.
Watch LA.
A candidate at 20% on election night is in second place on late mail-in ballots.
We told you this was coming. We told you for six years. We paid for telling you with our reputations and our relationships and in some cases our livelihoods.
We are still here.
We are still right.
And we are done pretending that what you did to us was anything other than what it was.
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