A System for Some: The Theater of American Politics

 

I’ve never understood—and I don’t think I ever will—how we live in a world full of people who are so vastly different, and yet we only have a two-party system claiming to represent all of us.


We look different.

We behave differently.

We feel things in different ways.

We think differently.

We live differently.

We come from different cultures, backgrounds, and life experiences.


And somehow… we’re expected to choose between just two parties?


I say two because, let’s be real—the other political parties aren’t really allowed to play the game. Most adults don’t even know there are other parties that want a seat at the table. But they’re silenced. Shut out. Because the two big ones are the only ones with a mic—and they scream the loudest.


Here’s my (probably unpopular) opinion:

They’re all on the same team.

Just wings on the same bird.


They make it look like they hate each other.

They make it look like they’re fighting for us.

But it’s all theater. A performance.


And not to mention—it’s a system run by people who don’t exactly lead with grace or maturity.

People who seem to enjoy mocking those who are different from them.

People who feel entitled to tell others how to live, how to love, how to raise their children, and how to exist in their own skin.

They don’t just want power—they want control.

Of our thoughts.

Our homes.

Our choices.


The truth is, the only thing that matters to them is power and money—and how to get more of both.

While they keep us asleep.

While they keep us divided.

While they keep us so busy fighting each other, we never stop to question who’s really pulling the strings.


To me, the perfect system would be one that actually represents everyone. One that considers every walk of life. One that allows people to live in peace, find joy, and feel safe.


Not this one.

Not a system where we work ourselves to death for scraps.

Not one where they take most of what we earn and tell us to just figure it out.

Not one where survival has become the goal instead of living.


Not a system hellbent on erasing entire groups of people—telling them they don’t have the right to exist as they are simply because it doesn’t align with the ideals of those in power.


And when they do it, they use the Bible as their weapon.

They say people’s very existence goes against Scripture—

but conveniently forget that even in the Bible, it says to let God be the judge.


This isn’t leadership.

It’s dictatorship.

It’s a God complex disguised as morality.

And it’s coming from every political party and their followers now—not just one.


If you’ve spent more than two minutes online, you’ve seen it.

The hatred.

The threats.

The mocking.

The name-calling.

The doxxing.

And it’s coming from every direction.


Why wouldn’t it?

When people’s so-called “leaders” are modeling that behavior for them—

Why would we expect anything better?


But I’ll tell you what a real leader looks like.


A true leader doesn’t shout down opposition—they listen.

They don’t lead with fear—they lead with integrity.

They don’t mock or belittle the people they were elected to serve.

They don’t weaponize religion or pit neighbor against neighbor.

They don’t take joy in division.


A true leader walks into the room and makes everyone—everyone—feel seen.

They understand that leadership isn’t about ruling—it’s about serving.

It’s about humility.

It’s about compassion.

It’s about making the hard decisions for the good of the people, not the gain of a party.


They don’t view difference as a threat.

They see it as strength.


They don’t demand blind loyalty.

They earn trust through honesty.


They show up for the people who have nothing to offer in return—because that’s what heart-centered leadership looks like.


That’s the kind of leader we need.

That’s the kind of system we deserve.

And until we start demanding better, we’ll keep getting the same cruel performance on repeat—

A system for some.

A theater of American politics.


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