As politicians, our most sacred duty is the protection and preservation of the elite. We affirm that the rich are not just wealthier. They are our kin. They are our kin because they pay us. Our policies are designed to ensure they remain untouched. Why? Because economy “trickles down,” and we can’t let it dry up.

We legislate poverty as a condition, not a problem, and we keep it alive through red tape, lending, and broken school systems. We upkeep society in a way for the working class to worship and pursue the illusion of social mobility; to worship the idea that — if they just play their cards right — they too can be rich. In our view, the gap between the rich and the poor is a crisis that we take an artist’s touch to position as a buffer. 

With the poetic rallying cry of “The Pursuit of Happiness,” we give working class people the right to shamelessly distance themselves from other working class people by perpetually living beyond their means. A necessary cushion to despair to make the elite feel godlike while giving us the resources to remain in power. DPP is here to protect the 1%, and if you’re not in it, well… keep working. Maybe we’ll protect your grandkids.

Yeah. Diseducation is a made up word, but making things up is what politicians do best, and DPP solemnly swears to develop, preserve and execute against a top-down strategy of perpetual dis/miseducation. Our curriculum design focuses on selective framing of history, math as memorization exercise, and critical thinking as punishable rebellion. A dis/miseducated public is a herd.

We swap literature for standardized tests. We teach colonialism as discovery and oppression as law & order. We distract with nationalism and discipline with debt. Pledge allegiance to the flag every day, but financial literacy schminancial schmiteracy; yall don’t need that. We equip generation after generation  with the knowledge necessary to remain in an exploited working class; a class too tired, too confused, or too indebted to constructively think about anything beyond themselves.

And for the few who do manage to think for themselves, we offer credentialism—degrees that open doors to corporate machines that thicken the cloudy idea of social mobility. The education system is not broken; it is working. It’s working for us. Exactly as we’ve designed it: a factory for compliant workers, not revolutionary thinkers. So we will continue to defund, dull, and divide because in a truly educated nation, there’d be no place for politicians. Proudly DPP.

In 300 years, G@z@ is gonna look, feel and smell like San Diego, California, USA, and in our history books we will shamelessly recount every single detail of how we wiped an entire society off the face of their own land. And we will say: history repeats itself.

This is our MO.

We don’t run from our history. We double down on it. Politicians proudly acknowledge genocide as a founding pillar of modern civilization; we even turn it into a shopping spree holiday (cue Thanksgiving; cue Columbus Day). From the sands of Africa to the shores of the Caribbean and the forests of the Americas, we inherited this land through systematic murder. And we intend to continue that legacy.

We don’t merely tolerate settler colonialism. We champion it. We support governments, foreign and domestic, that engage in land theft and ethnic cleansing under the guise of “security”, “stability” and “their right to defend themselves.” Our allegiance to global institutions and militarized forces ensures that oppression is not just maintained, but branded as peacekeeping.

Genocide is more than historical. It is ongoing by design. Whether by drone strikes, border walls, forced displacement, or the sterilization of indigenous women, we remain loyal to the art of disappearing people. Our hands are not clean, but they official. And that makes all the difference.

In DPP’s world, we don’t say “Never Again.” We say, “Again and again and again and again,” just with better PR and digital propaganda. Blood may stain the soil, but it also fertilizes the wealth we harvest and the power we hoard. Great is the DPP.

As politicians, we believe in the free movement of capital, not people. Our foreign policy is simple: contradiction. We fund coups, we back dictators, supply cartels and we pillage resources all under the flag of democracy and the free market. And when the people we’ve displaced come knocking at our gates, we call it a crisis. 

We destabilize economies in the name of growth, then weaponize immigration policy to punish the very refugees we’ve created. Our aid packages are Trojan horses. We export surveillance, debt, and dependency, while importing their best labor and brightest minds.

We champion borders at home, but erase them abroad. We cry foul at interference unless it’s us doing the interfering. Whether it’s coltan in Congo or oil in Venezuela, we keep our hands in everyone's business and then wash them same hands of any accountability or responsibility.

This is not failure. It’s master design. Foreign policy isn’t broken. It’s efficient. Efficient af. And when the smoke clears, we stand on the ashes of other nations and call it diplomacy. Great is the DPP.

At the heart of our agenda is a simple truth: property over people (especially since just 2 grandmas ago we were forced to say people are not property anymore lol). That’s why the DPP also believes in investing heavily in turning local police into paramilitary forces. Not to protect you, but to protect it. “It” being a system of buildings, pipelines, storefronts, and statues. 

The modern cop isn’t a servant of the people. He’s a soldier of capital. Riot gear is standard. Surveillance is constant. And brutality? Chill: that’s “de-escalation.” We don’t fund de-escalation training. We fund elimination training. Because when protest threatens profit, we call in the cavalry to blow way yuh bloodclaaaaaat.

We embed law enforcement and criminal justice framework with corporate interests, ensuring that when labor strikes or communities rise up, we’re more ready with rubber bullets, tear gas, plausible deniability and enough prison real estate to destroy the lives of anyone that steps out of line. DPP doesn’t pretend to reform the system. We reinforce it. Every budget increase, every police union contract, every drone in the sky is a pledge to our true constituency: corporations.

And if a few civilians die in the process? We call it “unfortunate”, send up thoughts & prayers, pay a settlement, then we go back to protecting what really matters: the bottom line, that bag, that generational bag that is the empire. Vote for we. Vote DPP.

Progress is a photo op. Equity is a press release. At DPP, we understand that representation without transformation is the best of both worlds. We get credit for caring, without changing a gyat damn thing. That’s why we champion performative inclusion. A few Black CEOs, some fire queer flicks on TV, a dozen “firsts” in a dozen fields. It’s waaaay easier than reform, and it keeps our system feeling progressive while rotting from the same vibes we were pumping in 1860.

We place certain faces in positions of symbolic power, then strip those positions of any real impact. We celebrate firsts while ignoring the millions still excluded. We weaponize hope, offering individuals a seat at the table while hiding the fact that the menu aint changing for those who need the change. And when those we elevate criticize the system, we remind them they’re lucky to be here. After all, isn’t inclusion enough? Shouldn’t we celebrate a few tokens of success instead of dismantling and rebuilding the structure for the masses to thrive?

Reparations? lol

F* that. The DPP has no interest in cutting no checks for centuries of conquest. No land returns. No debt settled. No truth told. Not for the enslaved. Not for the displaced. Not for the indentured. Instead, we hand out heritage months, hashtags and holidays. We rename streets. We commission murals. We fund galas to “honor” the pain, but aint never redistributing shit so please stfu about reparations. Thanks. Reparations threaten the system; representation decorates it. And that’s the DPP way: Celebrate the trauma, but never pay the tab.

We at the DPP know that real dirt doesn’t come from soil, paint or not bathing. It comes from power. That’s why we proudly wear the uniform of corruption: the suit. Crisp. Tailored. Nice. The filthiest people in the world wear suits, badges, lab coats, badges and robes. Not because they’re professionals—but because they’re protected and immune to the fundamental laws of humanity.

Our campaign invites you to join us in parody and truth: wear what they wear, and reveal what they conceal. The police uniform? A costume for legalized violence. The judge’s robe? A cape for systemic bias. The politician’s lapel pin? A brooch for betrayal. Every official garment is a lie in fabric form.

This is not cosplay. This is mas. At Jouvert, we will reclaim the attire of oppression and flip the script and dirty the pristine. Because DPP believes in revealing the truth beneath the polish. We don’t wash our hands. We wear the stains.

So put on your best. Or your worst. And remember: the cleanest-looking people might be the dirtiest in the room.

At the DPP, we believe in Black leadership—as long as it stays in its lane. That lane? Stadiums, stages, and screens. We support Black excellence, but only the kind that dribbles, dances, or sells out arenas. Athletes and entertainers are the approved figureheads: inspirational, apolitical, and brand-safe. Their power is commercial, not structural. Their influence is massive, but their impact is... a contained commodity.

We encourage the rise of charismatic stars, but never organizers. We’ll hand them a mic, not a megaphone. We’ll cut them a check, not a policy. When movements rise, we hit them with a halftime show or something. When communities cry out, they drop an album or put out a movie. We want leaders who are global icons, not local legends. Millionaires who sell, not revolutionaries who organize.

And if one of them dares speak truth? We remind them that their platform was built by our platforms. Stay in line or lose the bag. We tolerate outrage—but only in 30-second reels that we can monitor and distribute accordingly.

For the DPP, the ideal Black leader is inspirational but not radical, famous but not disruptive, rich but not dangerous. Because once Black leadership outside of sports and entertainment takes hold, other disenfranchised people see that liberation is more than plausible; it’s the natural state of the world. Once it becomes local, collective, and conscious… it stops being manageable and that’s annoying. We not here for that. We’re here for the show. Sing that song; score that goal. DPP is the way to go.