Dear Americans of the 2020s,
My name is Elias Grant. It is 2076. I am seventy-six years old, and I am writing this from a freezing concrete box in what they now call the Great Lakes People’s District... formerly the South Side of Chicago. The power is out again. The radiator is dead. My government-issued tablet has thirty percent battery and a permanent camera that never turns off. I am recording this in the dark because I need you to hear it from someone who actually lived it. Someone who cheered for the revolution and then watched it eat my country alive.
Your America was loud, brash, unequal, and overflowing with life. Grocery stores open at 3 a.m. with mountains of food. Highways that went anywhere you could afford gas. A military that made the world tremble. A kid from the projects could teach himself to code, borrow money, start a company, and become a millionaire... or lose everything trying. Both options felt like freedom. The flag meant something. The future felt infinite.
Then we burned it all down.
The crash of ’37. The panic. The lies. The smooth-talking politicians promising “equity” and “justice” and “no more billionaires.” I was forty-one. I marched. I voted. I screamed along with the crowds when they seized the banks, the factories, the farms, the hospitals, the internet, the guns, the minds. “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need,” they chanted. We believed it. God help us, we believed it.
Within five years the shelves were empty. The lights started flickering. The bread lines stretched for blocks. They told us it was temporary. Then they told us it was necessary. Then they told us it was glorious.
Now look at us.
No one starves to death in the official statistics... because they stopped counting after the first famine. The hospitals have no medicine, no surgeons under sixty, and three-month waits for a broken bone. My granddaughter waited nine hours with a ruptured appendix before they gave her the “people’s priority” slot; she survived, barely. Fresh meat is a memory. Electricity is rationed to four hours a day. Heat in winter is a lottery. The black market keeps us alive, but if they catch you with real coffee or real antibiotics they call it “economic sabotage” and send you to a re-education farm for two years.
Travel? You need a permit. Speech? You need approval. Thought? They read your social-credit score every time you log into the People’s Network. The old Sears Tower is still there, but now it’s the Ministry of Equality... top floors reserved for Party officials who somehow live in heated apartments and eat steak flown in from the ruling families’ private dachas.
The spirit is gone. That wild, stubborn, American refusal to kneel... that thing that built skyscrapers and moon rockets and every life-saving drug you ever took.... is dead. Replaced by gray, shuffling compliance. Everyone is equal now. Equally poor. Equally afraid. Equally silent.
They call this “liberation.” I call it the slow murder of a nation.
I want you to understand something, and I want you to understand it in your bones: socialism does not fix problems. It nationalizes them. It turns every flaw into a permanent feature. It does not make the rich poorer; it makes everyone poorer except the new ruling class. It does not create justice; it creates informants, bread lines, and secret police. It does not elevate the working man; it chains him to the state and calls the chains “solidarity.”
We were warned. Every single time it has been tried... Russia, China, Cuba, Venezuela, every miserable place that fell for the same slogans... the result was the same: tyranny, poverty, corpses. We told ourselves “this time will be different.” We were idiots. Arrogant, murderous idiots.
So here is my message from the other side of the grave you are digging for yourselves:
Do not let it start. Do not vote for it. Do not tolerate the professors who romanticize it. Do not shrug when they call your freedom “privilege” and your success “oppression.” Fight them with everything you have... votes, words, money, laws, and, if it ever comes to it, the cold steel your ancestors kept ready for exactly this reason.
Because once the revolution wins, there is no going back. Not peacefully. Not in my lifetime. Not in my children’s.
I miss the old country so badly it feels like a heart attack every morning. I miss abundance. I miss hope. I miss the arrogance of believing we could be great.
You still have it. For God’s sake, don’t throw it away.
With nothing left but the truth,
Elias Grant
Great Lakes People’s District
Formerly Chicago, Illinois
United Socialist Republics of North America
March 12, 2076
NEW: Department of Transportation audit of Illinois Secretary of State's office finds major noncompliance related to the issuance of non-domiciled commercial driver's licenses and learning permits. DOT found that Illinois Secretary of State's office has issued more than 10,000 unexpired non-domiciled (foreigners of varying immigration status) CDLs and CLPs.
DOT has ordered Illinois Secretary of State's office to "immediately pause the issuance of all new, renewed, transferred, amended, corrected, reprinted, or upgraded non-domiciled CLPs and CDLs until FMCSA provides written confirmation that the State’s corrective action plan has been accepted and implemented." DOT also threatening to withhold federal highway funds.
Some of the findings are shocking:
I need you to get mad.
What don’t you understand?
The democrats gerrymandered our maps for decades, while Republicans sat back and watched — “Midwest nice” — “Utah nice.”
The democrats took down our borders, cut down fences, and allowed millions of illegal aliens to invade us.
Then, they used the illegal immigration invasion to overcrowd our schools, hospitals, and housing.
Then, the democrats counted them — illegal aliens — in the Census for the specific purpose of diluting American votes — taking away House seats from legal Americans.
With 500,000 homeless and 50,000 homeless veterans, democrats pushed Americans into the streets and welcomed their new voters into taxpayer-funded homes and hotels.
Democrats watched as illegal aliens murdered our people; from rapes, to DUI, to death by opioids.
They welcomed the Cartel and MS-13 to grow like a cancer within our country.
We are nothing to the democrat party. Their own voters are nothing to them. Just pawns — just chess pieces in a game stacked against the American people.
Then, they tried to bankrupt President Trump.
Then, they stole an election from him.
Then, they fried to remove him from the ballot.
Then, they tried to imprison him.
Then, they tried to kill him.
Through immense peaceful blood, sweat, and tears, we gave President Trump the POPULAR vote in 2024.
We won everything — except Senate seats down ballot because it was never in the plan to allow us a 60-seat threshold.
Democrats may be a lot of things, but they know Republican Senators will always be weaker than they are.
Now, with a Republican White House, House, and Senate, our weak Republican Senate is on the verge of giving democrats ultimate power.
Even in control, Republican Senators are incapable of wield powering and delivering victories.
With 84% of Americans in agreement for photo ID and proof of citizenship, spineless jellyfish would rather deliver decline than seize this great opportunity handed to them on a golden platter.
Why aren’t you shouting to the rooftops?
Why are you scrolling social media instead of writing letters?
Why aren’t you planning a peaceful trip to DC to meet with your Members of Congress?
Why are you not calling and texting everyone you know to empower them to take action?
Courage is contagious.
We, American people, will simple not tolerate inaction. We expect results. We demand results. We will not sit back and watch our Republican Senate hand victories to the democrats because they are too busy taking weeks off instead of daring to work on behalf of the American people.
Get mad.
Be peaceful, but — for the love of our nation — take peaceful, positive action.
Gov. Pritzker blames @POTUS for Illinois’ financial and economic woes, but it’s the governor’s own policies that have destroyed quality of life and the state’s competitiveness.
For one, Illinois has suffered the nation’s 5th-worst GDP growth since Pritzker took office in 2019. And that hurts everyone.
Ted Dabrowski will hold a press conference today in Springfield after the governor's state of the state speech.
To return to growth and prosperity, vote @TedforIllinois.
#twill @ilgop
@FmrRepMTG Hit that like button if you think anyone resigning from Congress before their term is up, unless for medical reasons, should have to forfeit and Pension they've accrued
JB Pritzker’s downtown Chicago hotel has taken over $180 MILLION in taxpayer-funded renovations, including nearly $10 million just last year.
The board approving it? He appoints nearly half the members!
And YOU pay for it every time that property tax bill shows up.