I don’t live in Los Angeles.
I don’t live in California anymore.
But I was raised in San Diego.
I have a profound, unbreakable love for California. I know the warmth of the culture, the rhythm of the music, the food that tastes like home. I know the sound of the seagulls cutting through the breeze and the smell of the salty air off the Pacific.
California is beautiful.
However Looking up the coast at Los Angeles right now? There is something deeply, fundamentally rotten in the City of Lost Angels. It makes my blood boil from thousands of miles away. So let’s tear the facade down to the studs.
A child’s shin was shattered this weekend.
It took six armed men six heavily equipped, state-sanctioned abusers to throw a teenage Dare to Struggle member to the pavement at a “No Kings” rally. Witnesses watched in absolute disgust as these officers beat the kid twice while he was already pinned to the ground.
In a display of calculated, sadistic cruelty, they denied him any visitors after his surgery. They broke a child’s bone, and then they locked him in a hospital room alone.
The social contract is broken.
How many times do we have to see actions exactly like this documented on camera? We have watched them take perverse pleasure in breaking bodies.
We have watched them aim for the face, shooting peaceful protesters and credentialed reporters in the head with “less lethal” munitions that take eyes, crack skulls, and leave permanent scars.
The only people actually protecting the community in LA are the citizens themselves people like the cop auditor behind.
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He is out on the streets, doing the grueling, dangerous work of holding these abusers accountable precisely because the police refused to protect him.
The profound, deliberate inaction of the LAPD led to the heartbreaking death of his son. But he didn’t just surrender to that unimaginable grief; he weaponized it.
He forged that pain into an unstoppable drive for the marginalized, for the people who never receive justice and are punished simply for existing.
Through his lens, anyone paying attention has seen exactly how corrupt, deranged, and unhinged the LAPD and the LASD deputy gangs truly are. They operate like a cartel with badges.
Do not look away.
Who is overseeing this festering rot? Mayor Karen Bass.
Acting like a delusional cartoon villain, she stands at podiums and explicitly lies to the public, claiming the police are somehow being “held back.” She peddles pro-cop propaganda while her officers act as a blunt-force trauma unit against her own citizens.
Worse.
Bass is allowing this to happen while ICE is given free rein to operate in her city. The sheer lack of humanity has been aggressively amplified by the current administration.
They are emboldened
Federal agents are intoxicated by power and cruelty. They feel untouchable—given free rein to blow people’s heads off and fill good neighbors with holes in the middle of the street.
State terror is the new law of the land.
Local police departments foam at the mouth. Eger for violent. When a system allows ICE to hunt people in the streets and local police to shatter the legs of protesting teenagers, the social contract isn’t just broken; it has been completely shredded.
We must all stay vigilant.
Cruelty is the point.
The abusers feel invincible.
The people see them for exactly what they are, and this rage—this justified, overwhelming disgust—is the only thing that will eventually stop this rot from festering any further.
