Governor DeSantis,
You smug little swamp rat.
You’ve been caught. And not in the philosophical, “maybe this is just politics” kind of way. Not in the grey zone. No, this is black-and-white, slap-the-handcuffs-on, you-stole-from-the-poor kind of caught. You diverted $10 million in Medicaid settlement funds—the money meant to correct corporate theft from Florida’s sick and suffering—and funneled it through your wife’s charity like it was your personal piggy bank.
This wasn’t a donation. It wasn’t an accident. It was theft—wrapped in pearls, smeared with mascara, and handed to Casey DeSantis like it was her goddamn birthday.
You think the rules don’t apply to you. You think just because you wear boots in the summer and scream “woke” into every microphone like a malfunctioning pull-string doll, that the rest of us won’t notice when you rob a state blind.
We noticed.
You funneled public money through a “foundation” your wife controls. That money then flowed into the open mouths of dark money groups—groups that aren’t required to tell us shit—who turned around and dumped $8.5 million into your boy’s PAC. That’s not policy. That’s racketeering with a spray tan.
You took taxpayer money meant to patch the wounds of a healthcare system you helped bleed dry, and you ran it through a political car wash so your cronies could buy attack ads and ballot suppression. You did this while pretending to care about “small government” and “fiscal responsibility.” You and Casey put on your Sunday best and sold Florida out like it was a used mattress on Facebook Marketplace.
And then you had the audacity to say—on camera—that it was a “cherry on top.”
What kind of sociopath calls embezzlement dessert?
You lied to the press. You lied to the legislature. And now that people are starting to sniff around, your defense is basically: “Don’t worry, we made mistakes, but we meant well.”
No. You meant to steal. You meant to hide it. You meant to rig the system so that Medicaid money—money meant for people who can’t afford insulin or see a dentist or survive without food stamps—would end up greasing the wheels of your hollow political machine.
You are everything wrong with this country, shrink-wrapped in ambition and wrapped in a flag you don’t even respect.
And let’s talk about Casey. You didn’t just launder money. You laundered it through your wife. That’s not political strategy. That’s a family crime ring. It’s like you and Casey looked at Jared and Ivanka and said, “Let’s do it, but make it more Florida.”
How much of this did she orchestrate? How many checks did she sign while calling it “hope”? How many board members fled because they realized this wasn’t charity—it was a cover story for looting the state?
You had the entire apparatus of power at your disposal, and you used it to steal from Medicaid.
From Medicaid.
That should follow you everywhere. Every room. Every speech. Every fake grin you flash in Iowa or New Hampshire or Tallahassee should be met with one question: Why did you steal from the poor to fund your wife’s slush fund?
You wanted to be president. Hell, you wanted to be emperor. And now you’re going to be lucky if you’re not indicted. If there’s any justice in this nation, you’ll be remembered as a two-bit tyrant who robbed the state treasury with his spouse, then lied about it with the confidence of a man who thinks cologne counts as a personality.
This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. We’re going to drag every last cent into the sunlight.
You’re not a patriot.
You’re not a leader.
You’re a fraud in a flag pin.
See you in the history books.
This post has been syndicated from Closer to the Edge, where it was published under this address.