LucCo

A fair reminder:

This page is for thought and respectful discussion.

But, it will likely make your brain itch. This page will teach you to look up at the flag.
👏🏻 That’s the whole point. 👏🏻

If you can’t sit and ponder my words, go find one of my other pages. I’m sure there’s one of them I produce you’d enjoy.

If I’m too much,
✨GO✨
✨FIND✨
✨LESS✨

And, if you still can’t be at least figure it out, I’ll show you the door. Mmkay?

Have a day.✌🏻

Kyle dug up a quote from August 2025 where I said I feared being murdered by law enforcement. He posted it as if that makes me the unreasonable one.

No mention of Jody Cobia, shot dead on her own doorstep after calling 911 for help four days earlier. No mention of the man shot at a gas station that summer. No mention of the DA clearing every officer, every time.

No mention of the $40,925 for rifles & suppressors, the $94,000 patrol SUVs, or the fact that our roads are crumbling while police budgets swell.

Totally normal behavior from a Vice Mayor who calls constituent concerns "litter."

Thanks for the reminder, Kyle. This is exactly why the 70% don't trust the people in charge. 🤭

A few days ago, I asked Mills PD for the numbers behind their K9 program.

A couple days later, they compiled them and shared them publicly.

Vet costs. Training expenses. A Purina grant covering food. Deployments, arrests, narcotics seized, fi****ms recovered, even an IED.

That is accountability. That is transparency. That is respect for the budget and the public.

Thank you, Mills Police Department. This is how it should work.

The department is proud of its one‑to‑one vehicle program. Every sworn officer gets their own car. That sounds responsible until you stop and think about it.

More marked cars sitting in driveways, parked at coffee shops, idling in lots all over town. Not because there is an emergency, but because every officer has a personal patrol vehicle assigned to them 24/7.

That is not about response times, and I’m sorry to be the one to say it. It is about cameras. More cars means more mobile surveillance platforms rolling through neighborhoods, recording constantly, storing footage, and normalizing a police presence in every corner of daily life.

The department is replacing 10% of its fleet every year. That is an expensive choice that you and I pay, annually. A choice to prioritize coverage over community. Cameras over crumbling roads. Surveillance over affordable water rates.

We can have good policing without turning every officer's commute into a roving watchtower. But that would mean admitting that one‑to‑one was never about our safety to begin with.

I show up to vote because I am ready to make choices. That is the whole point, right?

I work my way down the ballot. At first it feels familiar. Names and issues, a few decisions to think about.

Then somewhere around the middle, it starts thinning out. Sheriff, one name. Assessor, one name. Treasurer, one name. District Attorney, one name. Clerk of Court, one name.

At first it feels convenient. What more could you ask for? Less work, easy vote, AND a familiar name. But then, it starts to feel strange when I actually sit with it.

I did not get to choose between anything. I am just being asked whether I accept what has already been decided.

I start wondering what this all means in practice. If I do not like how things are going in one of those offices, what exactly am I supposed to do with that feeling on election day? There is not anyone else to vote for. There is not even a way to signal disagreement without writing in a name that does not have a real chance. So my choice becomes silence or acceptance.

I do not think most people feel angry about that. It is more like a quiet realization. Like noticing a door that looks like it should open but actually does not have a handle on the other side.

Maybe the people in those jobs are doing fine, but either way, I am not really evaluating them against anything. I am just rubber‑stamping a position that never had to compete in the first place.

That changes what elections even are. Some parts of the ballot feel like democracy. Some parts feel like administration. And the difference between those two things is bigger than we like to admit.