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POD, SAVE THE SPIN Copyright 2026 —Adrian E. Alvarez, Esq. All Rights Reserved (author Adrian E. Alvarez, Esq.) Dedicated to what was once my go-to Podcast for politics, Pod Save America, who showed their true colors by participating in the Biden coverup and crowing Kamala. You are cowards and partisan hacks and you need to take Spencer Pratt’s name out of your mouth Jon Favreau, you spineless weasel. Lyrics below. **(Verse 1)** I used to wake up to your voices in my ear Thought you were the truth, thought you were the frontier Had the "Friend of the Pod" sticker on my door But the rhythm changed, and I don't dance no more You were the "Resistance," the insider crew But we were the ones who were lied to by you The brass is sharp, but the lyrics are thin I’m tired of the spin you’re trying to pin! **(Pre-Chorus)** You saw the stumble, you heard the ghost in the room But you played the tambourine while we sensed the doom Then you swapped the name, no ballot in sight And told us "This is democracy" in the middle of the night! **(Chorus)** ¡Oye, cállate la boca! Pipe it down, Jon! The "Resistance" is a ghost, the illusion is gone You didn't have the spine when the truth was at the gate Now you’re judging Spencer Pratt? Man, it’s a bit too late! ¡Baja el tono! Lower your voice, my friend When you’re a party mouthpiece, the music’s gotta end! **(Verse 2)** You sit in Los Angeles, looking down from the hill While the rest of us are swallowed by the bill You hid the decline, you covered the cracks Until the debate put you flat on your backs Then you became the kings of the "Palace Coup" Picking the successor without asking "Who?" Now you’re acting holy, criticizing reality stars? While you’re the ones who left us with the political scars! **(Bridge - Piano solo with heavy congas)** (Soneo - Call and Response) **Lead:** You kept it quiet for the sake of the seat! **Chorus:** ¡Ya no te creo! (I don’t believe you anymore!) **Lead:** You didn't speak up 'til it was safe for the elite! **Chorus:** ¡Ya no te creo! **Lead:** Now you’re worried about what Spencer Pratt might say? **Chorus:** ¡Ya no te creo! **Lead:** While you traded our votes and threw them away! **(Mambo Section - Horns blazing)** **(Verse 3)** Don't talk to me about "saving the soul" When you let the DNC take total control The ratings are dropping, the sentiment’s cold People are tired of the stories you told Keep your Hollywood takes and your DC spin I’m looking for the truth, and it’s not coming in Through the earbuds anymore, it’s just static and noise Just a couple of disillusioned, insider boys! **(Outro)** (Rhythm slows to a heavy, percussive stomp) Pipe it down. Lower the mic. We saw the cowardice. We saw the slight. Enjoy the sunset in the hills... Because the dance floor is empty. ¡Se acabó! (It's over!) (Final brass blast)
Latinos Por Pratt19,913 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce
Go VOTE! I Just dropped my wife and my ballots! Let’s finish this guys. If you are in LA VOTE and we can have him as mayor THIS Pratt Summer! Only need 300k votes. Thats NOTHING. But that also means EVERY VOTE counts. This is your only chance at democracy with national politics entrenched too, the only way to show the people in power they can’t just feed us more shit and call it chocolate. LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN LA! SPENCER SACA LA BASSURA!!
Latinos Por Pratt15,762 görüntüleme • 2 ay önce
New Song: The El Segundo Times - aka Los Angeles Times. Thanks for the inspiration Noah Goldberg and Richard Winton (perfect handle btw). Col. Gustavo Arellano, you're not alone now! Lyrics below, enjoy! Copyright 2026, Adrian E. Alvarez, Esq. (Adrian E. Alvarez, Esq.) - commentary is my own, not affiliated with Pratt for Mayor. ¡Aja! ¡Dímelo, L.A.! They moved the zip code, but kept the name! (Verse 1) The ashes haven’t settled on the Palisades ground Where the homes of the people burned without a sound Spencer Pratt stood tall when his front door turned to dust Stepping up to lead the city, building back the trust But here comes the paper, printing out the hate Trying to tell a fire victim he can’t participate! Noah Goldberg with a pen, sitting safe and sound Trying to strike the displaced voters completely out of bounds! (Pre-Chorus) It’s the second hit piece in a single week! The hypocrisy is loud, the journalism’s weak! First we had to sing it, "Ay Gustavo, what a shame!" Now Noah steps right up to play the very same game! (Chorus) Oh, they call it the Los Angeles Times But the truth is hidden in the El Segundo lines! You moved the whole building just to save a few dimes Without a fire to force you, you left us behind! Yeah, it’s the El Segundo Times! Blocking the victims, while you’re committing the crimes! (Verse 2) Let’s research the author, let’s look at the spin With a history of bias, where do we begin? He’s writing from the bubble, a corporate retreat While the people of Los Angeles are fighting on the street. He says if you lost your roof, you lose your right to vote While the Times abandoned downtown just to stay afloat! Oh the irony is bitter, it’s a cynical display Writing hit pieces from a city miles away! (Bridge - Tempo drops slightly, heavy piano montuno, building tension) "Ay Gustavo" set the stage, now Noah takes the lead Ignoring all the tragedy to feed the daily feed. You call a victim out? You try to block the run? But the people see the truth under the California sun. You packed up your desks, left L.A. in the dust But demand that a fire victim live up to your trust? ¡Que barbaridad! (Mambo Section - Explosive trumpet and trombone battle, wild timbale solo) (Chorus) Oh, they call it the Los Angeles Times But the truth is hidden in the El Segundo lines! You moved the whole building just to save a few dimes Without a fire to force you, you left us behind! Yeah, it’s the El Segundo Times! Invalidating voters while the mountain still climbs! ¡Coro: El Segundo Times, vendiendo la mentira! (The El Segundo Times, selling the lie!) ¡Oye! Second hit piece in a week, they’re working overtime! ¡Coro: El Segundo Times, vendiendo la mentira! First we cried Ay Gustavo, now Noah’s dropping dimes! ¡Coro: El Segundo Times, vendiendo la mentira! Spencer lost his house, but he didn't lose his voice! ¡Coro: El Segundo Times, vendiendo la mentira! You left L.A. for the suburbs, and you did it by choice! (Outro) ¡Se acabó! You can't print over the truth. Keep writing from El Segundo... we’re taking back L.A. ¡Agua!
Latinos Por Pratt11,442 görüntüleme • 3 ay önce
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