Dear GOP, It Won’t Be Me, But It Will Be Someone Like Me—And You Will Not Like Them
- john raymond
- Aug 5
- 2 min read
Let me be clear.
I am not your reckoning. I am not the storm that will settle accounts for your betrayal of country, constitution, and conscience. But someone is coming. And that someone—who thinks like me, who sees through you like me, who has no illusions left about what the Republican Party has become—will not forgive you.
And unlike me, he won’t warn you.
This future figure, this consequence of your cowardice and complicity, will not seek reconciliation or common ground. He will not pine for bipartisanship, or the restoration of norms, or some fictional past when “reasonable Republicans” still existed. No. This person will come to break you, politically and culturally, and he will do it with the moral clarity that comes from witnessing the wreckage you’ve left in your wake.
You have made yourselves unfit to govern, and worse—unworthy of trust. You betrayed your own voters, your own oaths, and your own country for the fleeting thrill of owning the libs and licking the boots of a would-be king. You traded Abraham Lincoln for Donald Trump. You traded Eisenhower for Marjorie Taylor Greene. You traded conservatism for cultism. And now, you’re surprised that the rest of us no longer believe in your good faith?
So no, I won’t be the one to settle accounts. But I see the shape of the person who might. And you will not like him.
He will not be bound by the customs and courtesies you exploit and discard. He will not care about appearing “civil” in the eyes of the press or bipartisan in the eyes of history. He will come with justice in his heart and cold determination in his hands. And when he arrives—he will not bargain. He will not back down. And he will not stop until the fascist rot you’ve nourished has been ripped out, root and branch.
You may call him a tyrant. But you—you—made him necessary.
Because here’s the truth: if the institutions you sabotaged cannot hold a man like Trump accountable, then they will collapse beneath the weight of someone who can. That’s the lesson of history, and you’re too ignorant or arrogant to learn it. You think you’re clever. You think you’re immune. You think you’ll ride this tiger forever. But the tiger is hungry, and one day soon, it will eat you.
I won’t be the one who brings the fire. But someone like me will. Someone who watched, like I did, as you laughed off January 6th. Someone who saw you ignore foreign interference, gleefully dismantle voting rights, and weaponize justice against your enemies while shielding your own corruption. Someone who no longer believes in persuading you, only defeating you.
That person—who may be quieter, meaner, more focused than I—will rise not out of ambition, but necessity. You will have forced the republic to choose: let the traitors win, or fight them with equal cunning and greater resolve. And when that choice is made, it will be final.
So go ahead, keep pretending the reckoning won’t come.
Just remember: It won’t be me.
But it will be someone like me.
And you will not like them. You can take that to the bank.
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