Los Angeles mayoral candidate Spencer Pratt is really getting under the skin of California’s Democrat Oligarchy. Can a Republican really get elected in La La Land? I won’t hold my breath, but it’s terrific to see someone with a backbone reminding voters that Democrats have destroyed everything they’ve touched in California.
Pratt has an army of talented artists who continue to produce short videos supporting his candidacy. In the true spirit of Hollywood, these creators highlight Democrat-engineered blight in L.A. and then reveal Pratt as the kind of cinematic superhero willing to save the city. It’s driving the Democrat Oligarchy nuts because the messages are clever, short, fun, effect
Free promotional advertising on this scale is reminiscent of the thousands of MAGA geniuses who produced content in support of President Trump’s campaigns. One of Trump’s gifts is his willingness to lean into pop-culture trends and budding communications platforms to amplify his message.
When other political campaigns (see “I’m with Her” Hillary and Jeb!) were spending millions of dollars on consultants, political operatives, “journalists,” and movie studios to deliver trite soundbites to the public, Trump’s mostly anonymous coalition of MAGA visual artists put together amazing online content that captured the public’s attention.
At the time, nobody had seen anything like it. Even during Obama’s meteoric rise, his campaign team maintained control over messaging at all times. David Axelrod shaped Obama into a fictional character that he could “sell” to voters. While Axelrod invented Obama and gave him a backstory that resonated with Americans, he did not permit outsiders to “construct” the Obama narrative.
The most significant pop culture creation during Obama’s run for the presidency came from designer Shepard Fairey, who created the iconic “Hope” street poster of Obama in red, beige, and blue stenciling that resembled a similarly iconic portrait of President Kennedy. Even then, however, Fairey first sought and received approval from the Obama campaign before printing hundreds of thousands of vinyl stickers that ended up on lampposts and town walls all over the country.
Trump’s MAGA army of online savants drowned Obama’s “Hope” image with the sheer magnitude of their artwork, videos, memes, and jokes during the 2016 election, and those talented messengers haven’t let up in ten years. Whereas Axelrod resisted outside attempts to redesign the Obama candidate that he was personally designing, Trump never had any problem with strangers molding and amplifying his various political messages. When he saw cartoons or social media comments that he found politically helpful or just humorous, Trump retweeted them to tens of millions of people.
Certain content creators found fame overnight simply because the president has a sense of humor and incredible intuition as to how best to communicate with the American people. Obama’s politburo got a rodeo clown fired and permanently banned for wearing an Obama Halloween mask. Trump turns videos of people pretending to be him into viral sensations. Obama had one image of “Hope” that has long since faded into a relic for the Smithsonian. The MAGA phenomenon hasn’t stopped creating powerful messages that resonate with Americans every day.
This is the magic that Spencer Pratt’s campaign has in spades. It’s organic. It’s clever. It’s cool. It’s all the things that Democrats can’t do.
Kamala Harris burned through a billion dollars for a 107-day campaign that hired celebrities and entertainers to pretend that they liked her. Normal people can spot phonies so much better than Democrats realize. They watched the Kamala spectacle and saw a cackling woman (much like Hillary) who paid people to cheer for her (much like Hillary).
There is nothing authentic about Kamala, Hillary, Bernie, Barack, Chuck, Nancy, Michelle, Gavin, Pete, Hakeem, AOC, or any of the other Democrats on the national stage who use fake accents and pretend to know how to barbecue, eat fried food, grow a beard, drive a car, drink a beer, fight, or pray at church.
Nobody looks at President Trump and says, “That man is being inauthentic.” Trump is Trump at all times. Well, Spencer Pratt seems to have the same attribute. Pratt is Pratt at all times. Voters can easily spot the difference between DEI-robot (and current L.A. mayor) Karen Bass and tell-it-like-it-is, no-holds-barred Pratt. You can’t fake authenticity.
But you can set a billion dollars on fire while pretending not to be fake. That’s all democrats know how to do now. It’s hard to believe that they were once considered the “cool kids” and that they effortlessly controlled the “ins” and “outs” of pop culture. Because Democrats aren’t “cool.” They are the dorks who pay “cool” people to hang out with them.
The Democrat Party has become nothing more than a dive bar filled with aging communists, raging feminazis, actual Nazis, sexually-confused gender-benders, cosplaying revolutionaries, church-arsonists, assassins, assassin-groupies, way too many pedophiles, and Robert De Niro.
Needless to say, normal people take one look at what Democrats have on tap and run the other way. The degenerate donkeys belong in the red-light district or under a collapsing bridge in the sketchy, forgotten part of town. Nobody looks at their fondness for used drug needles, poop-ridden streets, violent crime, and STDs and says, “Ooh, how chic!”
Spencer Pratt gets this. He knows that the Democrat Party has more in common with the zombies of The Walking Dead than with Americans’ dreams of the future.
California’s Democrat Oligarchy doesn’t want Elon Musk’s space rockets; it prefers no-go zones filled with drug-addled crazies. The Democrat Oligarchy doesn’t want cheap energy, new industry, or next-century engineering marvels; it prefers “green energy”-induced inflation, killing industries, and hundred-billion-dollar boondoggles. The Democrat Oligarchy doesn’t care about American citizens; it prefers illegal immigrants. The Democrat Oligarchy doesn’t want to fix anything; it prefers potholes, wildfires, unfunded police and fire departments, dangerous public parks, and bankruptcy.
Pratt and his supporters just show L.A. residents exactly what L.A. has become, and nobody with eyes can turn away from the horror show that Mayor Bass and Governor Newsom have unleashed. Why in the world would anybody reward political leaders who cause harm and suffering and then tax people more for all the harm and suffering that they’ve caused?
At some point, even the dum-dums in La La Land must drive over enough potholes, hike through enough burned-out neighborhoods, or step on enough deadly needles littering playgrounds and beaches to wonder, “Is the Democrat Oligarchy capable of building, cleaning, securing, or doing anything?” Given that Pratt’s support in L.A. continues to rise, it seems that some of California’s Democrat faithful have finally realized that they’ve been living in Kurt Russell’s Escape from L.A.
So here comes Spencer Pratt out of nowhere, and voters are listening. Bass, Newsom, Pelosi, and Harris call him a “reality TV star.” Well, that’s what Hillary Clinton, Jeb Bush, Barack Obama, and newly-minted Democrat Bill Kristol used to call candidate Donald Trump before he kicked their rears on the way to the White House. Democrats call Pratt “inexperienced” and “in over his head.” Well, if Karen Bass and Gavin Newsom are what Democrats mean by “experienced,” then that word just means that everything is broken, costs more, and is covered in human feces.
Let’s be real: Democrats haven’t produced anything of value this century. Obamacare is a bust. The “Green New Deal” is a bust. California is a bust. Los Angeles is a bust. Almost every city in America is collapsing because Democrats run almost every city.
Pratt, like Trump, says: Enough is enough. Forget your fake “hope.” It’s time for real change.
Two Storms, One Harvest
Every food crisis in living memory has been a one-shock event. The 2008 price spike was a commodity bubble. The 2020 shortages were a logistics failure. The 2022 grain scare was a war on one exporter’s ports. Each time, the system bent, adjusted, and recovered, and each time the experts assured us afterward that global markets are simply too big and too diversified to fail.
What nobody in Washington seems eager to discuss is that 2026 is shaping up to be something the modern food system has never actually faced. Two independent shocks, one climatic and one geopolitical, are converging on the same harvest cycle at the same time. Not sequentially. Simultaneously.
Start with the weather. The Pacific Ocean is currently building toward what forecasters now openly call a record event. NOAA’s Climate Prediction Center puts the odds of at least a strong El Niño near 88 percent, with roughly two in three odds it reaches “very strong” status, the tier reserved for perhaps three or four events in the entire satellite era. Every major global model now projects a median peak in Super El Niño territory, and most of them project it exceeding the 2015-16 event, which until now held the modern record. Sea surface anomalies were already brushing the super threshold in mid-July, months before these events normally peak. The atmosphere has already shifted into El Niño mode, and the event is forecast to crest in late fall and early winter.
This is not about “climate change.” It’s about the standard cycles of weather, and the cycle we’re currently in is one that has likely devastated societies in the past. We’re better prepared as a society today, but not all Americans are equally prepared.
Serious households have started doing the quiet math on their own. Grocery bills tell part of the story, and the forecast maps tell the rest, which is why long-term food storage has moved from fringe hobby to mainstream line item in the family budget, with established suppliers like Heaven’s Harvest seeing demand from people who five years ago would have rolled their eyes at the idea. That instinct is not paranoia. It is pattern recognition, and the pattern is worth walking through carefully.
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The Fertilizer Clock Is Already Running
While the Pacific warms, the second shock has been unfolding in the Strait of Hormuz. The conflict with Iran turned the world’s most important energy chokepoint into a contested waterway, and the consequences reach far beyond the gas pump. Roughly a third of global fertilizer trade moves through Hormuz, and the disruption sent urea prices up 86 percent year over year by March, with a 53 percent jump in a single month.
The World Bank projects energy prices rising about 24 percent in 2026 and fertilizer about 31 percent. By its own accounting, fertilizer prices ran 35 percent higher in the first five months of this year than the same period last year.
Here is the mechanism the nightly news will not explain. Fertilizer is not a grocery item. It is a time-delayed input. The nitrogen a farmer in Iowa or Punjab could not afford to apply this spring does not show up as a problem this spring. It shows up as a thinner harvest six to twelve months later.
The World Bank’s own food security brief concedes that the effects of reduced applications earlier this season “are likely to become visible only later in harvest outcomes.” Translate that from institutional language into plain English and it means this. The damage is already done, it is already in the ground, and we are simply waiting for it to arrive on the shelf.
Now check the calendar. Six to twelve months from the spring planting season lands us squarely in late 2026 and early 2027. Which is precisely when the strongest El Niño in the instrumental record is forecast to peak, bringing its signature droughts to Southeast Asia, Australia, southern Africa, northern Brazil, and South Asia, the very regions that grow the world’s rice, sugar, and oilseeds.
The World Bank warns openly that a strong El Niño “could disrupt multiple crop belts simultaneously” on top of the conflict-driven input costs. Their baseline projection assumes the Middle East disruptions ease by autumn. What in the last two years of Middle East history suggests that assumption is safe?
The System Has No Slack Left
The comfortable answer is that global markets always adjust. But adjustment requires slack, and the slack is gone. Global cereal production is expected to decline from last year’s records even before El Niño does its work. The UN World Food Programme, hardly a den of right-wing preppers, is calling this the most significant disruption to its supply chains since Covid and the invasion of Ukraine, and its supply chain director put the stakes bluntly.
Today’s supply chain challenges are tomorrow’s hunger crisis.
There is also a political dimension that markets cannot price. When food gets scarce, governments do not behave like economists. They behave like politicians. Export bans, hoarding mandates, and panic buying at the national level turned the modest rice shortfall of 2008 into a global crisis, and analysts are already warning that import-dependent nations are the first dominoes.
The 2015-16 Super El Niño, a far weaker event than what is now forecast, threw tens of millions into food stress across Africa and Asia. This one is projected to be stronger, and it arrives with fertilizer already rationed by price and shipping lanes already contested by missiles.
What Joseph Knew
Scripture does not treat preparation for lean years as faithlessness. It treats it as wisdom delivered in advance to those willing to act on it.
Behold, there come seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt: And there shall arise after them seven years of famine; and all the plenty shall be forgotten in the land of Egypt.
Joseph did not respond to that warning with a hashtag or a committee. He stored grain during the years of abundance, and when the famine came, Egypt stood while its neighbors begged. The lesson is not that famine is certain. It is that the time to prepare is precisely when preparation still looks optional.
Nobody who filled a pantry in a year of plenty has ever regretted it, and nobody standing in an empty aisle has ever been glad he waited for certainty.
None of this calls for panic, and panic is the enemy of sound judgment anyway. It calls for the same unglamorous prudence our grandparents considered ordinary. Keep some cash margin, know your local growers, and put real food in deep storage while it is cheap and available, because the entire arc of this story is that cheap and available is a closing window.
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