I’m going to talk to you plainly because I don’t have time for poetry, and neither do you.
Our fundraising deadline is breathing down our neck, and right now, we’re not where we need to be. We aren’t even in the same zip code.
Chuck Schumer and his circus are dumping money into critical races like they’re Mardi Gras beads. They’re trying to buy the Senate and buy their way into running America from a cubicle in Washington.
I don’t take orders from Washington. I take them from the people back home.
I’m not asking because it’s polite. I’m asking because it’s necessary. The Left is as mean as a sack of rattlesnakes, and if we don’t match their energy, they’ll run right over us.
