Peachy Keenan

Get ready for a Spencer Pratt Summer

He can win

This spring, many Angelenos have reported a strange, wild wind blowing down through the brushy canyons and over the sunbaked asphalt plains and across the urine-soaked beach parking lots of Los Angeles. 

There is a whiff of something new wafting into your Tesla sun roof at red lights, and for once it isn’t the choking smell of weed or the belching exhaust from junkie-filled RVs idling in alleys.

It is hope. And its name is Spencer Pratt.

His momentum is real and it’s spectacular. What began as a crazy long shot campaign after his own house burned down in Pacific Palisades (full disclosure: I grew up in Pacific Palisades) that even his friends (I know a lot of them) thought was just a pipe dream has turned into the first real challenge to the craven, truly evil idiocracy that’s driven this metropolis into the toilet over the last 30-odd years. 

There is a new superman in town. His name is Spencer Pratt

Famous billionaires are reportedly behind him. Whispers that Sergey Brin himself loves Spencer Pratt. His own campaign ads are going viral. His fan-created AI videos are going viral. The beloved bakery at Vicente Foods in Brentwood (home of Conan O’Brien and Kamala Harris, although she just moved to an even fancier neighborhood in Malibu), is selling out every day of its custom Spencer Pratt for Mayor cookies. Unfunny Brentwood resident Jimmy Kimmel and his frantic, Trump-hating wife Molly have been trying to shame and shut down the (female run!) bakery, to no avail.

Spencer’s got the warm breeze at his back and the waves are breaking just right. He is virtually guaranteed to make the June 2 mayoral runoff along with execrable communista Karen Bass, which will lead to an epic showdown this November. The establishment democrats are all panicking, which tells you how well she’s doing. The more hit pieces they drop, the more lame celebrities they get to denounce Pratt, the better his campaign does.

It’s hard to even imagine things in L.A. changing. Can Skid Row actually be cleared? Can tent camps under overpass really be removed? Will roads and street lights be fixed? Longtime residents are in a constant state of despair, since they know how nice things used to be. This is all mostly new! And there goes Karen Bass shouting about getting rid of – wait for it – ICE. Karen Bass shrieking that actually Trump is the real problem in L.A. and bragging that she plans to make sure all “Angelenos” (a term that for her includes the tens of thousands of out-of-state junkies who are bussed here as part of a giant NGO-Medicaid scam and the illegals who took sanctuary here) get free health care and, if they need it, one of the $800,000 condos the city likes to pretend to build.

Can it be fixed? Of course. You just need a leader who is willing to enforce existing laws and end the theft of taxpayer money by the kleptocratic regime in City Hall. 

You may remember L.A.’s city hall building if you’re an oldie – it was the building that the original Superman flew around in the opening of the first black and white Superman TV show. 

There is a new superman in town. His name is Spencer Pratt. His cookies are delicious. Buy yourself a dozen and then turn in your ballot.

Karen Bass won her 2022 mayoral race against developer Rick Caruso by 90,000 votes. There are hundreds of thousands of independents in L.A. who are exhausted by the chaos and the fires and the homeless tents. Will they vote in large enough numbers to deliver the hero we need?

I think they will. The valley is filled with people who are angry. The Palisadians who lost their homes are still furious. And his plan to deal with homelessness is eminently practical, humane, and reasonable. It is in fact the only rational plan. Here it is:

Los Angeles does not have a homelessness crisis because taxpayers spent too little, we have one because billions of dollars we’ve spent have gone towards waste and doing the wrong things. For years, the Homeless Industrial Complex has prioritized process over outcomes, warehousing over treatment, and press releases over results. Spencer will dismantle that system and replace it with a treatment-led recovery model that addresses mental illness and addiction as the primary drivers of chronic homelessness. Under a Treatment and Recovery First framework, resources will be redirected to mental health care, drug treatment, and stabilization services. Participation in treatment is a must for city-funded assistance, and long-term housing will be reserved for those demonstrating stability and sobriety. All programs will be subject to strict performance-based contracting, with funding tied to actual recovery outcomes. Contracts that have failed will be terminated and that standard will be the rule. Existing shelter-utilization and public-space laws will be enforced so our sidewalks, parks, and neighborhoods can be safe and accessible for everyone.

If Karen Bass wins re-election in the fall, we all know exactly what will change: absolutely nothing. Thousands more will flee L.A. and California. The city will become even darker blue as more homeless tourists and illegals make it the last stop on their journeys towards the largest and most lucrative handouts. The insanity will continue. And, sadly, more neighborhoods will burn. Chronic police and fire shortages will get worse. Taxes will go up as the tax base flees and they scramble to make up for the losses.

Repeating the same thing that does not and will not work is the definition of insanity. Re-electing Karen Bass is like filling our car gas tanks with Hailey Bieber smoothies from Erewhon. It makes a certain class of pious liberal feel good, but it will cost you big time.

Spencer Pratt is the man we need in 2026. He fits right in there. He’s the model for the future of blue cities, too: a post-partisan quasi-celebrity with a knack for going viral and humiliating his hopelessly cringe and lame opponents. But the key is really simple, and anyone can do it: focus on common-sense solutions. Speak plainly and truthfully. And have nothing to hide. 

Pratt cracked the code. The future is not yet written. It’s going to be a wild Pratt summer starting June 3.

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