I’ve been asked to run.
Someone asked me to run for office. I’m running as an independent — no party — and I’m weighing which seat, asking for counsel in the open from people who actually know. If a party wants me, it comes to me. Read the label before you read the ask.
Every name below is here as a request, not a relationship. No one named has answered this, advised me, endorsed me, or is “listening.” No invented quotes, no implied backing, no claim that anyone knows who I am. The house runs on one rule — no lying — so the ask is labeled an ask. The only two real things on this page are the invitation and the phone number, and both are mine. And the actual decision doesn’t get made on the internet: it runs through counsel and a benefits counselor first (see the honest footing below).
The ask, plainly
I wasn’t looking to run; I was asked. Now the real question isn’t whether a person like me should be in the room — it’s which room. Which seat is the honest place to start, where the Ethos actually has levers and where a first-timer can genuinely win and serve. That’s a question best answered by people who have done it, not by a confident machine.
Independent, on purpose. No party bought this argument and no party gets to rent it. Bernie Sanders is the template that proves it can be done — the longest-serving independent in Congress, who caucuses without kneeling. So the stance is plain: I don’t come asking to join; if a party wants my vote and my voice, it earns them. The seat isn’t for sale, and neither am I — that’s the whole house (gold is earned, gray is bought).
Pod Save America. Bernie’s people. The Obama world. Anyone who’s actually run and won — if you’re ever listening, I’d be honored by a real consult.
Not asking for an endorsement; asking for counsel. Which seat, what order, what I’m not seeing. Bernie — you’re the template; you did the independent road. Obama — the blessing lane. And if either party ever decides it wants me: you come to me. One human with an argument (the Ethos is the platform) and no machine to hide behind. The line is open and it’s a real person on the other end.
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Screened line; leave a name and it comes straight to me. Same number that’s on the front door.
Correction, 2026-07-18 — the “start local” read was overruled
An earlier version of this section argued the honest first seat was local and state — city council, school board, the statehouse, “the gate you can actually take.” That was the machine’s read, and the curator overruled it. The correction stays visible instead of vanishing (retractions loud, never silent). His ruling, verbatim, typo economy honored: “no to start local I shot high and I’m aiming high the first skip in history is mine.” No JD, no local ladder; the record instead of the résumé. The aim-high version of the ask now has its own room: the DARPA petition — hey, feds; you lost.
I was asked to run. I’m aiming high. Counsel, not coronation.
The machine drafts the ask. Only a human runs. ;