from the the-truth-still-wants-to-be-heard dept
The footage is hard to watch—not because it’s shocking, but because it isn’t.
Because we’ve seen this coming.
Because we’ve written it down.
Because it’s what happens when performance fully replaces governance, and people are asked to believe that “DOGE” and “efficiency” and “Musk” now constitute a new political grammar.
Rep. Victoria Spartz stands in front of her constituents at a town hall in Indiana.
She talks about Elon Musk running government systems.
She invokes the Department of Government Efficiency — a shell entity, a fever-dream turned administrative body.
And she is booed.
Not politely disagreed with. Not civilly challenged.
Booed.
She tells them they should have “a conversation.”
But they’ve seen enough.
They’re no longer there for conversation.
They’ve come—as someone once said—for a reckoning.
Because this isn’t about decorum anymore.
It’s not about whether the line of questioning is appropriate or whether the tone is right.
It’s about the slow, quiet realization that the thing they thought they were part of—
government, democracy, accountability—
is being replaced.
Replaced with tweets and deferrals.
With “tech visionary” as a synonym for “unaccountable executive power.”
With a Department of Government Efficiency that answers to no one.
With decisions made inside encrypted group chats where war plans get shared by accident.
With a Treasury system reportedly “more innovative” now that it’s not public.
And when a member of Congress defends this —
defends it by invoking dogecoin as the marker of progress —
something in the room breaks.
Not trust. That’s already gone.
What breaks is the spell.
The illusion that there’s still a shared script.
That the adults are still in the room.
That this is all just part of the process, that it’s still governed by rules.
No.
This is not a conversation anymore.
This is the circus, unmasked.
And so they boo.
Not because they’re disrespectful.
But because they’re mourning something that used to be sacred.
They boo because the wire snapped, and the performer pretended nothing happened.
Because the tent is tilting, and the ringleaders are pointing to the lighting rig and saying,
“But look how efficient it is.”
What Spartz fails to understand is that this town hall wasn’t disorderly.
It was the return of moral rhythm.
The refusal to remain audience members to their own disenfranchisement.
They didn’t come to be spoken to.
They came to speak.
And their voices—those strained, unpolished, interrupted voices—were the only true things in the room.
So let this be the Note, passed quietly after the shouting.
Let it carry this message:
The people are not fooled.
They see the circus for what it is.
And they know that meaning, once abandoned, cannot be governed by efficiency.
Two plus two equals four.
There are twenty-four hours in a day.
And even here—amid the clamor, amid the spectacle—
the truth still wants to be heard.
Even in a room that couldn’t speak it.
Especially there.
Mike Brock is a former tech exec who was on the leadership team at Block. Originally published at his Notes From the Circus.
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