The Los Angeles Dystopia Exploits Children on Purpose

April 30th, 2026, 7:29 am

“How did you learn about the wickedness in Los Angeles?” 

“When I realized there were very few people trying to be artists,” I said. “They were more interested in knowing somebody, being around someone with status.” 

“How did you find out?” 

“When no one really wanted to talk about the story,” I said. “I had to get someone to be in my movie, then maybe it would have a chance - but no one cares about the actual story in Hollywood - that’s how it works.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I’ve seen things. I’ve heard how people in power actually think -- how they think reveals how they’re acting. When it comes to storytelling, that’s the premise of the story - the character’s thinking - imagine having people gathered in Hollywood more interested in who you know than actual storytelling,” I said. “What is that world?” 

She paused, big-eyed, curious, “I don’t know.” 

“It’s a dystopia,” I said. “The best way to teach is through action.” 

“Action?” 

“Our lives are the primary story - Story A. Story 1. The base reality.” 

“Okay,” she said, eagerly. 

“So that means anything that is not our lives,” I paused. “Is an illusion - a distraction from reality.” 

“Okay,” she said. 

“What is reality?” I asked her. 

“I don’t know,” she said.

“It’s you and me talking right now, right here - there is no past - it’s just ideas in our head - there is not future - those are projections too - it’s not actual truth - it’s an interpretation laced with feelings,” I said. 

“What does that mean?” she asked me. 

“It means that we can triangulate the structure of reality,” I told her. “It means that we are living in a simulation,” I said. 

“A simulation?” 

“We’re born into it,” I told her. “And there are a group of people trying to mind control the population into slavery through information - social media - politics - emotion - critical thinking - the perception of reality - is no longer valued.”

“Okay,” she says.

“But it is the most valuable,” I said. “It is priceless.” 

“So, what’s your point?” 

I paused, looking at her…wondering if I was wasting my time. Here was the world, burning…and I had a woman who could anchor me to the biological world at least listening to me, but she didn’t understand that main idea of what I was saying - we’re living in a simulation, and the only way to create the lives we want, we must simulate it first. I told her that.

“How?” she asked me. 

“Connection,” I said. 

“Connection?” 

“Practice,” I said. 

“What does that mean?” 

“It means we’ve been purposely mis-educated to be controlled,” I told her. “By a small group of families who pay people to manage society the way they see fit.” 

“That’s real?”

“It’s diabolical,” I told her. 

“Diabolical?” 

“I’ve seen their work at a school site I was at - Vista Middle School.” 

“Vista?” 

“There was an assistant principal I thought I knew well who did something to a kid that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about,” I said. 

“What did he do?” 

“The district was very secretive about it,” I told her. “It was highly unusual because my case is true - and they don’t seem concerned at all - but with this assistant principal, Bill Webb, they handled it quickly, secretly - like there was something real at stake.” 

“What happened?”

“An assistant principal raped a middle school student,” I told her. “A gay, male assistant principal - he was an immigrant kid from Panorma City - and the district completely covered it up - it was never in the press…and it just disappeared, like it was nothing, yet here I am talking about the reality of how the district used children in underserved neighborhoods to make up evidence against me, and no one says a peep because they know immigrants don’t really have a voice, and that they can be exploited - it’s a raw display of power,” I said. 

“It is?” 

“It’s reality,” I said. “The exploitation is so real it undetectable,” I said. “The world is a lot darker than you and I can fathom,” I told her. “There has to be an intervention,” I told her. 

She looked at me, scared - worried, “What are you going to do?” 

“This goes all the way to the top,” I said. “I am going to run for California Governor,” I told her. “I am going to use camera to show reality, and use that truth to transform California.” 

“How are you going to get elected?”

“I don’t know,” I told her. “But God asked me to do it,” I said. “It’s an order - he doesn’t care what it costs me to do it. Those children in Los Angeles are in a Temple of Doom - they’re being exploited, raped - mentally programmed into helplessness so they can be exploited.” 

“They are?”

“It’s all on purpose,” I told her. “That’s reality.”