Ken Griffin is worth fifty billion dollars. Fifty. Billion. That is a number with so many zeros it does not fit on a barn.
And right now that man is sitting in a Miami mansion picking which senators get to represent people in Iowa, Maine, and Alaska. He’s already put forty million into this year’s midterms. Could double by November. Ten million alone went to the Senate Leadership Fund, which is the in-house ATM for John Thune. Six and a half million went to back specific candidates — Sullivan, Hinson, Collins — picked out like items on a menu.
The article says he is doing this to ‘prepare the Republican Party for after President Trump’s term ends.’ Prepare it. Like it is a project he is managing between bites of fried chicken and stone crab. He did not even back Trump in the primary — he backed Nikki Haley with five million of his own money. Then voted for Trump anyway, just ‘not with a smile on my face.’ Now he is already telling private conferences he would back Rubio over Vance in 2028. He is picking the next president like he is trading stocks, and the senators like they are sub-advisors he didn’t like this quarter.
You see, Ken has principles. Personal freedom. Fiscal discipline. He likes candidates who put policy over personality, he says, in between checks for ten million dollars.
That is the line. The line working people get is the one at the hospital, the one at the pharmacy, the one at the food pantry, the one for a job that actually pays the rent. One man — one man! — writes checks worth more than my entire county sees in a year just to make sure the right people lose the next election.
Fiscal discipline, my ass. A billionaire buying democracy wholesale is the opposite of fiscal discipline. It is a yard sale, and he is the only bidder.
Take the flag pin off before you pick the next president, you donor-owned dickweed. Eat shit and stop calling it freedom. We see the receipt. We see you.
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