Hardworking Nevadans

Hardworking Nevadans. That is who all your elected officials are working for.

The hardworking Nevadans who don’t have jobs because unemployment is staggering. The hardworking Nevadans who get shooed from one makeshift home to the next because it’s illegal to be homeless but you can’t afford a home here.

If I see the fucking words hardworking Nevadans one more time, I’m going to puke — much like I do when I have a flashback to my rape on video by another, arguably less hardworking Nevadan, a Nevada state official. I myself am a hardworking Nevadan, and I think I speak for most hardworking Nevadans when I say: you ain’t doing shit.

I grew up in Washington, D.C., surrounded by the power players, deal makers and power. I grew up with people whose parents were diplomats, elected officials, and the holy trinity of political life: lawyers, more lawyers, and lawyers married to lawyers. Even my Girl Scout leader was NSA. My mom used to joke you couldn’t throw a rock without hitting a lawyer. Then she’d encourage people to throw rocks.

Here’s the headline: it doesn’t matter which side you’re on — they don’t care about hardworking Nevadans. They can look you in the eye, shake your hand, and kiss babies (except Hillary; bitch wouldn’t hold my baby). They care about poll numbers, career ladders, moving up the ranks, power, and whatever their high-dollar donors scribble on the wish list.

I’ve seen the sausage made. If you’ve read The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, you know what I mean: so what if a few people get maimed, dismembered, or ground up in the process? The public keeps eating the sausage. Same with politics — only here, the grinder runs on hardworking Nevadans, and they sprinkle donor money on top like parmesan.

Aaron Ford gives ZERO fucks about hardworking Nevadans. Has he talked to me? Had a surrogate talk to me? Nope. He just stares straight past me like I’m a potted plant that learned to yell. And when he’s not ignoring me, he’s surveilling me to make sure I’m not saying anything dangerous to the only thing he cares about: his power.

And his power is very real. He could have {D} charged, arrested, and put in front of a jury tomorrow. He could protect hardworking Nevadans. But he won’t.

Instead, we’re all stuck in this “pick your team” reality show where your livelihood depends on which politician needs you for their next poll bump. Just ask the hardworking Nevadans who are immigrants being rounded up right now — they’re useful until they aren’t.

Meanwhile, the crowd keeps cheering like politics is the Super Bowl. Team Red! Team Blue! Half the country doesn’t even understand the playbook, but they’ll still wear the jersey.

From my experience — and I’ve been in the bleachers, in the locker room, and seen the locker room showers — no one in power gives a fuck about hardworking Nevadans. Not Aaron Ford. Not Joe Lombardo. Not Zach Conine. Not Dina Titus. Not Melissa Hardy. Not Steve Wolfson. Not any of them.

I studied history in college, in grad school, and then I taught it. I told my students: we don’t get it right the first time, but eventually we fix it. Not because politicians grow a conscience — because someone refuses to shut up and go away.

I will have {D} prosecuted. Maybe it will be two AGs from now. But it will happen, because change for hardworking Nevadans doesn’t come from speeches; it comes from persistence — the kind that makes people roll their eyes and mutter, “Oh God, not her again.”

They’ll forget about me eventually. Until then, I plan to be a giant pain in the ass during the 2026 election — purely out of spite. The legal kind. The non-violent kind. The kind with swag. Buttons. Pins. Wristbands. Maybe t-shirts. Imagine Aaron a photo of Ford shaking hands with someone in a shirt that says Ford keeps rapists free.

That’s worth every dime for a broke-ass bitch like me.

So here’s my game: see how many small, legal, completely non-violent ways I can fuck up Aaron Ford’s election and his day.

But don't stress too much about it. Aaron. The person I really want to fuck over is Steve Wolfson, he just isn't active in his election yet so the door to his equally legal and non-violent political torment hasn't started yet  you might not have spoken to me but that just means you didn't call me a whore to my face.im going to be one hardworking Nevadan fucking with all of you for the next year  god help us all if I get an open mic at a debate. Hilarity and shame will ensue. I guarantee that shit.

God bless America. God bless the First Amendment. And God bless hardworking Nevadans — may we all get hazard pay for living here.