Patriot,

I paid my dues rearing cattle in America’s heartland. Big city folks call it flyover country. I call it home sweet home.

But that strikes at the heart of my problem with DC elites these days:

They seem to never leave the concrete jungle and have no idea what it takes to put food on the table. They think our livelihoods are just a fantasy – that crops grow on their own and livestock feeds itself.

But we know the truth. We're the ones who rise before dawn, who toil in the fields, and who break our backs to stock their grocery stores.

My name’s Marlin Stutzman – a 4th-generation farmer and a warrior for the folks who feel left behind and betrayed by the DC Swamp.

I didn't run for office to make friends with the politicians who've been selling us out. I ran to take on the corrupt system that's been bleeding our farmers dry.

I won’t let them get away with it anymore. And I won't back down. But I need your help to keep fighting. I'm not asking for much. A small donation today will GREATLY help me hold the line against the powers-at-be trying to force me out of office.