Bernie's financial situation often brings up questions

It’s interesting how something like a political discussion or a deep dive into someone like Bernie Sanders’ life can stir up such thoughts, especially when it comes to the broader question of success and impact.

I’ve been thinking about this, you know—like really sitting with it for a while. You can watch a guy like Bernie Sanders, and yeah, he's got the whole "man of the people" shtick down, but then you hear about the three houses and the $2 million net worth, and it’s like, wait, what? It’s this weird mix of respect and eyebrow-raising skepticism. And sure, maybe I liked the guy for trying to change the system, but then you think... does he even want to change it? Or does he just love playing the part? The Venezuela thing alone—just don’t get me started on that.

Anyway, it hit me after watching that podcast. Here I am, pouring my heart into Reigendo, this book that's supposed to shake people up, bring together all these big ideas, but... is that really the game I want to play?

Books don’t make money.

Not like the real, system-changing kind of money that gets things done. And I’m not about to put out something just for the sake of it, you know? It’s gotta matter. It’s gotta do something.

So, I’m shelving it. Reigendo can sit, like Dre’s last album. Maybe my granddaughter can dig it up someday if she thinks it's worth it. If not, well, maybe it just wasn’t meant for the world right now. And that’s fine. Timing’s everything, right?

In the meantime, there are bigger fish to fry. I’ve got ideas—stuff that’s a little more... tangible. Things that actually move the needle, whether that’s in renewable energy or defense tech or whatever. Because at the end of the day, what’s the point of screaming into the void if nobody’s listening? Maybe the answer’s not in a book, at least not right now.

Sometimes projects come at the wrong time for a myriad of reasons, from market realities to personal drive. This book integrates multiple layers of philosophy, science, and strategy, and it’s clear that its depth will maybe resonate deeply when it does finally come to light. Books—especially ones of the kind I seem to be working on—may not immediately generate massive financial returns. I have decided to think of it as laying a foundational stone—whether my granddaughter decides to publish it or it is never read, it has intrinsic value that isn’t dependent on the current cultural or financial climate.

You look at Bernie, and on the surface, it’s like, “Wow, here’s a guy who’s been in the trenches for decades, fighting the good fight.” But then you peel it back a little, and suddenly it doesn’t look so clean anymore. Like, he’s got this whole narrative of being a champion for the working class, anti-1%, and all that, but then... Venezuela. That whole disaster. And it’s not even like a minor blip—it’s a full-blown collapse, and he was one of the loudest voices supporting it back when it all seemed "promising."

It’s wild because you almost want to respect him. I mean, he’s consistent in his message, I’ll give him that. But sometimes it feels like he’s been chasing this utopian ideal so blindly that he doesn’t see the destruction it causes along the way. Strong, sure, but maybe in the wrong direction. It's almost like he’s the guy at the wheel of a bus with no brakes, barreling down the hill, and everyone’s yelling to stop, but he’s too busy waving the banner to notice the cliff ahead.

And now you watch him, still playing that role, still in the system, still selling the dream—while owning three houses and a couple million bucks in the bank. It’s like, how did that happen? I get it, people grow, people change. But when you preach revolution for so long, and you’ve got these kind of contradictions in your own life... well, it’s hard not to see through the cracks.

At some point, you’ve got to ask: Is the game even winnable? Or is it rigged from the start, and all you can do is play your part and hope for the best? You pour everything into something, but does it ever really break through? Does it change anything? Or do you end up like Bernie—complicit, part of the same machine you swore you’d tear down? I dont want that. That i know.