Hadassah

election

I was sitting on the couch, watching the news, when suddenly, there was my dad—Harrison Butker—standing behind a podium with the words “Project 2025” blazing in bright, bold letters. He looked different. Stiffer, maybe. And serious, like he was on a mission.

“My fellow Americans,” he started, his voice sounding strangely rehearsed, “we’re going to restore this country to its former greatness. We will bring back values, strength, family.”

In front of him, a sea of people cheered, waving signs with slogans like “Faith, Family, Freedom” and “Take Back America.” My dad—the same guy who’d been a kicker for the Chiefs—was suddenly talking about a vision for the entire country. It was surreal.

“This is about real change,” he went on. “No more corruption, no more lies. We’re bringing God back to America.”

The words sounded so intense. And the crowd was eating it up, chanting his name, waving American flags, and even crying in excitement.

The days turned into weeks, and “Project 2025” became all anyone talked about. My dad was on every channel, every news site, every podcast. He’d show up, looking sharper and somehow more distant than usual, with that focused look that made it clear he meant business.

And then came the debate with Kamala Harris. He stepped up to the podium with a straight face, gripping the sides as he talked about his plans.

“America has lost its way,” he declared. “We need to bring back values and morals. We’re going to make sure family comes first in this country once again.  In Springfield,they're eating the dogs, the people who came in, they're eating the cats... They're eating- They're eating the pets of the people who live there”

It was like he’d transformed into some kind of spokesperson for “traditional values.” All the talk was about protecting families, strengthening communities, and bringing back some old-school ideal of what the country used to be.

Kamala Harris threw questions at him, but he stuck to his message. “This is about our children. Our future,” he insisted, like he was on a mission no one could shake him from. “We’re taking our country back for the next generation.”

Then, something happened that made my stomach drop. He mentioned something about schools.

“We will bring discipline and order back to our schools,” he said, his voice full of conviction. “We’re going to make sure our children grow up with respect, with purpose, with pride in this country. And we’re going to cut out all this confusion that’s being forced on them.”

The crowd roared. I felt chills. It was so intense, so much more serious than I’d ever seen him.

Then, the protests started. People were marching, shouting, waving signs saying “Protect Our Families” and “Take Back Our Country.” It wasn’t just about supporting him anymore—it was about pushing back against anyone who disagreed.

Watching all of this happen, seeing my dad so changed, it felt like I was in a different world.