You can judge the soul of a leader by how they treat those who serve without applause.”

Not afraid. Not backing down. That’s the whole fight right there — show up, get heard, and never let them wear you down.
Stories like this are why I keep writing. Not to escape the world — but to face it head-on.

When fear writes the law justice doesn’t stand a chance.

When the cameras roll and headline shift, back room deals, rewrite the future. This is in politics, it’s a shell game. And we’re the marks

They don’t come with torches anymore.
They come with budgets. And every line they slash is a life they’ve decided can go without.

They thought playing both sides was smart.
Turns out history doesn’t split the check.

This isn’t law enforcement.
It’s choreography.
One arrest at a time — until dissent looks like disorder and loyalty looks like law.

It’s not a tax plan. It’s a blueprint for extraction.
Take from the working poor. Feed the heirs.
And do it with a smile.

This isn’t a policy debate.
It’s a quiet war on survival — masked as reform.
The cruelty isn’t a side effect. It’s the strategy.

I’m floored this isn’t getting more attention. Gibney’s The Dark Money Game is a raw wake-up call—bravery in filmmaking with implications for every American’s future. This deserves to be in every conversation about democracy.