I was born in Orem, Utah in the year 2000, and lived there until I was 3, when my family moved to Iowa so my father could attend medical school. When he finished his schooling, he joined the Army, and we moved to Georgia, then upstate New York, where he was deployed to Afghanistan. When my dad retired to the National Guard, we moved to Utah, where my grandparents and most cousins lived. I was 13 when I finally came home to this great state.

I struggled as a teenager, with my faith, with my impulses, with the influences in the school system. I was frankly a mess. It took until I was 21 to realize that my misery was caused by selfishness, and to return to my faith. Connection to God and to my family, and seeking a life based on service is what saved me. 

I worked at Cook’s Farm and Greenhouse for a few years, and for a while I wanted to become a farmer. In 2020, I began work at a Public Charter school, as the Outdoor Recreation Specialist, and taught kids K-12 about bushcraft, gardening, construction and life skills. I saw firsthand the impact of Covid on children, the ways that it set them back and isolated them. This was a period where I became political, as I saw the betrayals and the foolishness of the Biden administration. I watched kids as young as eight declare that they were trans, that they had anxiety, that they wanted to become influencers when they grew up. I saw the connections that kept our children safe deteriorate, and it made me sick. 

In 2023 I became a wilderness therapy guide, because I wanted a job that would really test me, and force me to grow. I backpacked across the San Rafael Swell and the Manti La Sals for two years with teenage boys addicted to drugs, to social media, to porn. I learned how to listen, and deeply understand the social rot plaguing them that had once plagued me. I saw these young men, their potential, and the effects of vampiric forces that sold them addiction when they needed work, love, and a future to believe in. 

I voted for Trump in 2024, because I believed that he would be a force for good against the social rot, the economic privation, the mass isolation. In some ways I believe he has been. But as we have seen, the leeches in DC and the beggar nations abroad have demanded billions for globalist capital and foreign war, and demanded that the working men of America deliver even more in exchange for even less. Our congress, especially the GOP, has no unifying vision. Only a few, Mike Lee, Thomas Massie, Rand Paul, even have a backbone. The Democrats’ vision seems to be transhumanist gay space DEI communism. The Republicans mostly just do whatever Israel wants.

I got my degree at Utah Valley University, the summer before Charlie Kirk was killed there. I ate lunch for years at the pavilion where he died, walked past that spot daily. His death solidified my resolve to run for congress. Charlie did not live for the Republican Party as such. He lived in service of his fellow Americans, fighting for true, serious conservatism. Many have used his death for their own gain, twisted his beliefs, but Charlie was clear through his life what he believed in, and he was clear at the end, too.

This January I drove to Kentucky to knock doors with Young Americans for Liberty, a college group that does activism for liberty-leaning republicans. I knocked on doors for Thomas Massie, one of the few men with principles in the House of Representatives. Massie is being primaried because he refuses to be cowed or threatened into voting against his values. I do not agree with him perfectly, but I hope to be his ally as a congressman.

My father worked in the same Doctor’s office as Mike Kennedy, and I was excited to shake his hand when he won. As I watched his federal term, his voting record, his public statements, I was amazed at the level of mediocrity and compromise. I realized that without a challenger, he would go on unnoticed and without accountability. I filed for candidacy to force him to answer for his record, and to challenge the strategy of moderate compromise. Mike Kennedy is a filler candidate, a centrist without a vision.

The founding fathers suffered, fought, and sacrificed for their vision. I intend to do the same.

Thomas Jefferson was 33 in 1776, and Alexander Hamilton was 21. I am 25, 250 years later and I will suffer, fight, and sacrifice to preserve this country, to restore it, and to give its children their birthright at all costs.