05/21/2026
This morning, I was sitting on the porch with Bentley, and she just kept staring at me — that look dogs give you when it almost feels like they know something’s weighing on you.
At first, I laughed and thought it was cute. Which, let’s be real: she is cute. 😅
But the more I sat there, the more I realized she was probably picking up on something I hadn’t fully admitted to myself yet: the last few days have really bothered me.
Because lately, I’ve found myself asking a lot of questions about what politics, and especially local politics, is becoming.
I’ve sat back and watched friends tear friends down — all for the sake of… what, exactly? A seat? A title? A temporary political win?
I’ve watched candidates trash other candidates and even their families. Families, y’all… Since when did that become acceptable in local politics? Since when did we decide that spouses, children, and loved ones were fair game in campaigns that are supposed to be about SERVING our communities?
I’ve watched elected officials refuse to step up and support one another — even after having the nerve to ask for that same person’s support in their own election just a few years ago. That part is especially disappointing, but I can’t say I’m surprised.
And then there’s the dark money.
Every single election since I joined Council, outside money has shown up trying to influence our local races. Mailers. Ads. Anonymous organizations. Political games funded by people most voters have never even heard of.
I firmly believe the laws around this should change.
If a PAC, organization, or outside group is spending money to influence an election, the public deserves to know exactly where that money is coming from — with the same level of detail and transparency that candidates themselves are legally required to provide. No loopholes. No hiding behind vague organization names. No secret funding streams influencing local communities from the shadows.
But more than anything else, I keep coming back to one question:
Are we okay with this?
Are we okay with what this has all become?
Because I, for one, am not.
Politics was never supposed to make us hate one another.
Debate, disagreement, and finding common ground are part of the very foundation of this grand experiment we call America — the idea that you and I can see the world differently, argue passionately for what we believe in, and still stand side by side at the end of the day as Americans… and as friends.
I believe we can disagree without working to destroy one another.
I believe we can disagree without the eye rolls, the huffing and puffing, and the blatant disrespect toward people simply because they see things differently.
I believe we can campaign without losing sight of the fact that the person you’re attacking is someone’s husband or wife. Someone’s mother or father. Someone’s Mimi or Grandad.
Or in my case… someone’s son.
Local government, much less any other level of government, was never supposed to feel this ugly and hateful.
And I believe if we don’t start calling it out and drawing the line somewhere, I worry we’re going to wake up one day and realize we’ve lost far more than elections.
We’ll have lost our sense of community, too…