What is the point of a party that refuses to fight? Not for their people, not for their principles, not even for themselves. They fall in line like frightened interns, chasing committee crumbs and flattering donors while pretending they’re shaping the future. They aren't. They’re holding the door for decline, nodding along to things they don't even understand. Where is the ambition? Where is the vision? They don’t build. They don’t plan. They react. They whine about symbols while ignoring substance. They campaign on freedom and legislate on nothing. Their courage is conditional. The few who do speak up fold as soon as the leadership scowls. Any change they make is window dressing. A fresh coat of paint on a house that’s rotting from the inside. They swap out talking points like throw pillows while the beams split and the floor caves in. Nothing structural ever shifts. Nothing real gets rebuilt. They posture and tweak and rebrand, but the decay remains. These people are negligent. They are irrelevant. They are not revolutionaries. They are careerists in costume, terrified of their own shadows, unable to speak plainly or risk a breath outside the party line. They don't believe in their own words. You can hear it in their hollow speeches, in their shallow priorities, in their silent betrayals. How can anyone trust a leader who doesn’t believe in what they’re saying? How can we follow people who stand for nothing, who bow to anything? You cannot defend a community by flattering tyrants. If you're not willing to fight for what you believe, then you don’t believe it. And if you don’t believe, then step aside for someone who does. Because some of us still do. Move or be moved.