Dear Democratic Lawmakers,
If there was ever a moment — an explosive, godforsaken moment, dripping with the acidic stench of political rot— it’s now. We are careening off the edge of this nation’s moral cliff, and you’re all watching it happen like tourists gawking at a car wreck. Well, it’s time to put down the mojitos, button up those designer suits, and do what you’re supposed to do: fight.
The latest wave of madness, this chilling takeover, it’s not a wave. It’s a tsunami, a violent surge of power-hungry, cold-hearted opportunists pulling us backward — way back to an era of fear, authoritarianism, and corporate corruption. This isn’t just about policy anymore. This is about survival. The very foundation of our democracy is being torn apart, brick by goddamn brick, and every day you waste bickering over crumbs while they pickpocket the whole goddamn system makes you complicit.
You’ve been too cozy with the corporate interests. Too soft on the real bastards pulling the strings. Now, your rhetoric about democracy, freedom, and justice sounds like bad jokes at a punch-drunk comedy club.
It’s time to organize, mobilize, and show up in a way that scares the hell out of them. This isn’t about “reaching across the aisle” or “bipartisan unity.” Those terms are the embalming fluid of a dying republic. You need to show up with fire in your eyes, with teeth bared, ready to drag this system back to life kicking and screaming.
If you’re not going to do it now — when liberty is gasping for air — then what in the hell are you even doing here? Wake up, you cowards. It’s time.
Sincerely,
Hunter S. Tomcat, under duress