🟥 The Final Word: I Don’t Like Any of These People — And Neither Should You

Let’s just say the quiet part out loud:
I don’t support Brad Schimel. I don’t support Susan Crawford. I don’t support any of these polished, power-hungry clowns pretending to be your friend.

I. Hate. Them. All.

Every election feels like a game of “pick which liar gets to lie to you for the next ten years.” And it’s always the same story:

• They get richer.
• We get angrier.
• And somehow, we’re expected to fight each other like rabid dogs over who’s the “better” sociopath.

Newsflash: None of them are good at their jobs. Not one of them knows how to run a state, a courtroom, or a damn lemonade stand without a lobbyist whispering in their ear and a billionaire filling their pocket.

They don’t protect you.
They don’t speak for you.
They sure as hell don’t care about you.

All they do is climb the ladder, smile for the cameras, make a mess, and vanish behind golden parachutes while you and I are stuck cleaning up the wreckage and arguing over which color tie screwed us harder.

Tired of the Game? Good. Because So Am I.

I don’t vote for personalities. I vote against disasters.

I don’t wave flags for people who ignore rape victims or hand out “equity” like it’s candy at a pity parade.

I don’t want justice reimagined — I want it enforced.

I don’t want handouts — I want accountability.

I don’t want culture war clowns — I want actual leaders.

But guess what? We don’t get that. Not in this broken, bloated system. We get actors, mouthpieces, and moral cowards wrapped in campaign slogans. Red team, blue team — same damn con with different branding.

So Don’t You Dare Say I “Support” Anyone

I’m not team Schimel.
I’m not team Crawford.
I’m not red.
I’m not blue.
I’m not “center.”
I’m not your damn sticker-wearing, hashtag-posting, Kool-Aid-chugging fanboy.

I am one pissed-off American who sees the scam for what it is.

And if you’re still worshiping politicians like they’re saviors?
You’re part of the problem.