Truth Is Rising Again

When the lies collapse, voters don’t whisper; they revolt. From small suburbs to the big cities, the truth is finally rising, drowning out the GOP fearmongering that once held this country hostage.

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AURORA, COLORADO - SEPTEMBER 27, 2024: Aurora Municipal Center, Aurora, Colorado / Cavan-Images via Shutterstock.com

Years ago, before federal agents knocked on my door, before congressional hearings, before the public dissection of my life and loyalty, I came across a Buddhist proverb that lodged itself in my mind like a quiet warning: Three things will always rise; the sun, the moon, and the truth. I didn’t fully grasp the weight of those words then. But when the Steele dossier surfaced in early 2017, unverified memos turning the political world upside down, I suddenly found myself sucked into investigations, innuendo, and a media storm that cared little about the difference between allegation and evidence.

It didn’t matter that the dossier was raw intelligence, not gospel. It didn’t matter that the loudest, wildest insinuations were aimed at damaging Donald Trump, not me. What mattered was that I became a character in a story I didn’t write—a story that grew legs, teeth, and cable-news chyron treatment. The truth didn’t rise then; it crawled. And it took years for the country to understand that the dossier wasn’t the Bible, and that the investigations that followed had their own separate facts, their own paths, their own conclusions.

But that proverb stuck with me. And today, I’m watching it play out on a national scale—not in the halls of the FBI or the corridors of Congress, but in places most politicians never bother to visit. Suburban cul-de-sacs. Forgotten town centers. Apartments where people count grocery dollars and wonder why their rent just jumped again.

And in cities like Aurora, Colorado.

Aurora, once a political afterthought, found itself dragged into Trump’s apocalyptic immigration narrative. A neglected apartment complex became his symbolic backdrop, a convenient canvas onto which he projected his latest fantasy: marauding Venezuelan gangs overrunning American neighborhoods. He even teased “Operation Aurora,” a mass-deportation fever dream he thought would electrify voters. Right-wing local officials happily played along, waving the same talking points like torches.

But here’s what happened instead: the voters took away their torches.

They threw out the officials who turned their city into a prop. They elected progressives—librarians, social workers, community organizers, people who spoke about grocery stores, trash pickup, safer streets, and basic competence. In a high-turnout race in a conservative-leaning city, the fearmongers didn’t just lose; they got trounced.

And that’s the moment I realized something profound: the truth is rising again.

Not in a grand, cinematic moment. Not from the mouth of a politician. But from the ground up, the way democracy is supposed to function.

Because here’s the truth Americans are beginning to see, whether in New York, New Jersey, California, Colorado, Kentucky, Pennsylvania, Ohio, or the once-ruby-red suburbs turning bright, electric blue: Donald Trump’s entire political project is a lumbering, exhausted machine fueled by exaggerations, fairy tales, and a fantasy version of America that dissolves the moment you actually talk to a voter.

This is a man who claims he stopped eight, nine, maybe even ten wars, depending on which presser you catch him at. A man who tells the country he single-handedly reduced prices on everything, while families stand in supermarket aisles trying to stretch budgets like taffy. A man who swears the economy is “booming”—not for Wall Street, not for multinational corporations, but for “the little guy.” A man who promised—loudly, publicly, theatrically—to release the Epstein files in full.

Remember that one?

The promise that somehow evaporated the moment accountability came knocking?

This is the gap voters are now seeing: the distance between the slogans and their lived reality. And the wider that gap gets, the less they’re buying. The red-to-blue flips we’re seeing, from school boards to city councils to mayoral races, aren’t flukes. They’re a political seismograph registering the tremors of truth pushing upward.

Because the truth is simple: people want a functioning life, not a culture-war bedtime story.

They want city leaders who will deal with speeding cars, community violence without over-policing, neglected housing, skyrocketing energy bills, broken trust, and garbage piling up on the curb. They want normalcy. They want decency. They want a quality of life. They want to live in a community that isn’t being used to score political points on a national stage.

Trump underestimated exactly what Aurora proved: lies can travel far, but they cannot govern. Fear can get you clicks, but it cannot fix a single streetlight. Exaggeration can fill an arena, but it cannot fill a grocery store.

And when the truth finally rises—slowly, stubbornly, painfully—it exposes the rot.

Aurora’s voters didn’t ignore crime. They didn’t ignore immigration. They didn’t ignore the real issues in their neighborhoods. They simply recognized that scapegoating immigrants wasn’t going to bring them fresh food, lower rent, or a city council that listens. They realized they were being used as extras in someone else’s political film.

So they rewrote the script.

And here we are, watching as the blue tsunami rolls in—not because the Democratic Party suddenly discovered a magic message, but because voters rediscovered their own power to reject bullshit.

The sun rises.
The moon rises.
And the truth—no matter how long it takes, no matter how many lies stand in its way—always, always rises.

Trump can deny it, distort it, or drown it in spectacle.

But in city after city, in state after state, voters are proving the proverb right.

And they’re doing it one ballot, one election at a time.

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