JD Rucker

In an ideal American society, I could raise and support my family, read my Bible, and live a variation of the American dream where nobody knows my name and nobody wants to mess in my affairs. I’d work, play, pay taxes, and follow my heart’s desire to be a servant to the Lord in all that I do.

We are so far from an ideal American society that I am forced into much more transparency than I’d ever want in my life. You need to know that I’m not a convicted felon with three divorces and a methamphetamine addiction. I’m not, but you’ll probably want more details than that.

My initial ambition as far back as I can remember was to be a President of the United States. It was a grade school teacher who told me I couldn’t because I wasn’t born here. In reality, I probably could; my father was in the Air Force when he met my mother in the Philippines. We legally immigrated as his family when I was 8-months old and I’ve been an American citizen my whole life, but this teacher set my mind to amending the Constitution to include those of us who we born to American citizens living abroad, particularly for military families. Yes, even in grade school, I was making plans.

In high school, I caught a different bug: journalism. Seeing my stories on the front page of the school newspaper made me put any political ambitions on hold. My adoration of Reagan and Goldwater was tempered by my new-found admiration of William F. Buckley, Jr.

I went to the University of Oklahoma with a plan to enter politics only after I had spent time as editor-in-chief of the National Review. Then, something happened. I met a girl. We fell in love. We had a child. We were married on the five-year anniversary of the night we met and had another child on the way. Today, we have our third child even as the other two are adults.

The need to support the family overruled my desires to be a journalist. I was working at a newspaper when I learned we were expecting. The experience woke me up to the realities of the world. I learn that it was the advertising department, not the editorial department, that determined how much copy space needed to be filled on a daily basis. I also noticed that the editor-in-chief drove a beat up old Hyundai while every advertising representative drove a nice truck or a new luxury sedan. At $7.75 per hour, it was clear that being a reporter wasn’t going to make raising a family very easy. I asked to move to advertising and the money situation improved dramatically.

One of my clients was a car dealership. In my monthly visits, I was recruited by the general manager who told me I could make even more money selling cars than selling advertising. After a few months, I decided to give it a shot. The idea of being a car salesman wasn’t ideal, but the thought of affording private school was definitely appealing. Very quickly, I learned to love the car business, particularly the people in it. Contrary to popular belief perpetuated by stereotypes built in the 70s and 80s, most modern card dealerships and the people who run them can be counted as some of the most decent people in business. They are the heart and soul of American capitalism. The transparency afforded by the internet has forced the industry to shed the old “devious” practices in order to survive. Today, I would estimate without scientific data to back it up that 70%+ of owners and executives in the car business are conservatives. Unlike just about every other similar field, one would be hard pressed to find many Democrats in the upper echelons of the industry.

It was in my time in the car business that I was found by Jesus Christ. He overwhelmed me early on and continues to do so every day.

Fast forward a decade and I received an offer from a digital marketing vendor to work on the advertising side of the car business. It was a strangely natural fit. My talents in digital promotion through search engines and social media blossomed and within two years I owned a chunk of the company. We decided to branch out into other industries, so they bankrolled a general social media marketing venture for me to own and lead.

Both companies were purchased by a bigger automotive vendor in 2011. I wanted to leave, but the deal required my two-year commitment in order to go through. When my time was up, I resigned and started a new company that I own and operate with a partner today.

You now know more about me than anyone outside of my immediate family. You’re probably wondering based upon this information why I would push for a new party and how I could ever hope to achieve it. The answer to both questions are very straightforward. The reason I am doing it is because it’s necessary. As to how I hope to achieve it, I cannot. I can say that bluntly because the fundamental question is flawed. I cannot build a successful new party, but we can.

The groundswell surrounding the need has brought so many of you to my doorstep. Among you are very talented and politically minded folks who have offered your services. We count in our ranks many with experience in ballot access, election law, fundraising, media, and even specific policy experts. Just yesterday I had a wonderful conversation with an oil and gas attorney who had a better understanding of global warming than I’ve heard from anyone at the EPA. Not only did he understand the fallacies in the left’s climate change argument, but he had experience with countering the indoctrinating propaganda hammering our children to believe that we must eat tofu burgers and ride bicycles or the world will end in 2017.

I am not special. I am an American citizen who is willing to fight. I am part of the grassroots upon which the government should be beholden. I am like you – a citizen who sees the untenable bloat of government and who realizes that the two-party system will perpetuate it until someone stands up and yells, “enough!”

JD Rucker

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