To my follower in California who asked who I’d vote for if I lived there—

I wasn’t ready to answer when you asked.

I needed to do the research.

I’ve done that.

If I were a Californian—and I’m not—

I know exactly what I’d be looking for.

Not charm.

Not polish.

Not a perfectly rehearsed smile.

I’d be looking for a contender.

The one who can’t be bought by gas and oil.

The one who won’t get bulldozed or strong-armed by this administration.

The one with skin thick enough to take a beating and still stand up and start swinging.

The one who is sharp as a damn tack—not just in theory, but in real time, under pressure.

I don’t have to like them.

That’s where people get it twisted.

Popularity contests got us in this mess.

I don’t want a bestie.

I want a scrappy ass fighter.

A no-nonsense, tell-it-like-it-is, bring-it energy.

Someone who doesn’t flinch when it gets loud, messy, and personal.

And yeah—let’s not play cute with it.

Katie Porter has had moments.

And they were not great.

Yep, she was rude as shit.

Yep, she was overly harsh.

Yep, it was deeply ugly.

That’s not leadership at its best.

But it’s also not disqualifying.

I’m not afraid of strong women.

I’m afraid of women who don’t know how to stand their ground.

I don’t do purity tests.

Nobody walking into that arena is spotless. Not one.

What matters to me—right now, facing an authoritarian machine running at full damn speed—is this:

Can she win?

And if she wins—

can she hold the line when the pressure comes down hard?

Because that’s the job.

And Porter?

She fights with bare-knuckle receipts.

She breaks arguments down in real time.

She doesn’t just throw punches—she lands them with evidence.

That whiteboard energy?

That’s discipline.

That’s preparation.

That’s someone who walks into the room already ten steps ahead.

She’s not there to soothe.

She’s there to be strategic.

To confront.

To expose.

To snatch back power.

And in this moment?

That matters more than manners.

Manners can be learned.

Backbone can’t.

So if it were my vote—

I’d place it with the one who can take the hit, return it with precision, and keep moving forward without losing her footing.

I’d vote for Katie Porter.

Not because she’s perfect.

Because she’s built for the fight.

She’s a contender.

But the choice isn’t mine.

And whoever California rallies behind—

I’ll stand with them.

Because this isn’t about one person.

It’s about holding the line where it matters most.

And in this fight for democracy—

winner takes all.

—Pru