An Update on The Gavel Project
F*** these people. Let’s sue them all to Hell.
I just returned from another long trip to California. My life now revolves around secretive trips wherein I show up, unannounced (for my safety), to advocate for children who are the victims of state-sponsored abuses.
Last week I attended the Capistrano Unified School District Board meeting and was blessed by an impromptu opportunity to speak to a crowd before the meeting. Shout out to the wonderful speakers that preceded me, Mari Barke, Lance Christensen, Kira Davis, and Dr. Jim Glantz—all of whom are fighting tirelessly to protect children.
My statement prior to the meeting was captured by a Reporter from RedState, Jennifer Oliver O’Conell, who briefly touched on my public statements in her recent Article: IN MY ORBIT: Parent’s Rally at Capistrano Unified School District Proves ‘The Power of the Parent’ Will Transform This Election. I’ve since been in contact with Jennifer, who is drafting another Article about the recent deplorable actions taken by CUSD in response to The Gavel Project’s BLM/CRT case against this district.
In short, we’re fighting monsters in south Orange County. Despite clear evidence of abuse and wrongdoing by its employees, the leaders of Capistrano Unified School District refuse to act. Instead of attempting to find a resolution in response to parents filing grievances against the district, CUSD (which is controlled by the teachers’ union through certain corrupt board members) has a general tendency to circle the wagons around its employees and personally attack any parents that dare stand up for their children.
Shockingly, CUSD’s attacks haven’t been limited to parents—as district employees have seemingly declared open season on the children of those that levy complaints against the district. The Gavel Project recently covered the district’s response in our new Podcast, available exclusively on Rumble. Moving forward, our Rumble Channel is where most of our public communications will take place, and I encourage everyone that subscribes to this Substack follow The Gavel Project on Rumble and our social media accounts (we are @thegavelproject on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook).
Concerning the BLM case against CUSD, the state-sponsored child-abuse at Viejo Elementary was so significant that our beneficiary, Chelsea, had to move her kids to another school to protect them. Please note, we are very grateful to the teachers at this new school for looking past Chelsea’s complaint against the district and acting appropriately to protect the interests of her children. It’s refreshing to know that there are still many good teachers in this world that place kids above all else.
With the extra time at the board meeting last week, I called out CUSD’s Superintendent Kristen M. Vital Brulte for lying about the fact that CUSD decided—without justification—to abuse children by adopting a local mask mandate. In the video, you can see Ms. Vital squirming as her lies are exposed. She is the woman with short brown hair on the right-side of your screen.
The fact that Local Education Agencies (like CUSD) had the power to deviate from the California Department of Public Health’s “mandatory guidelines” is undeniably true—not only for the reasons outlined in my statement to CUSD’s board—but also because CDPH has admitted as much in numerous court filings. Indeed, they have expressly stated that there were never any consequences for LEAs that chose to deviate from CDPH’s “mandatory guidelines.” The image below demonstrating this point is from a brief filed by CDPH’s attorneys in Santa Monica Malibu Parents United, et al., v. Santa Monica Malibu Unified School District (SMMUSD), et al., Case No. 22SMCP00042.
It is axiomatic that a “mandate” without any enforcement mechanism isn’t obligatory, it’s merely a recommendation. The phrase “mandatory guidelines” is an oxymoron; it never made any sense.
There are a growing number of people in California that hate me—especially on the far left. Following my July appearance on Fox News, wherein I exposed Planned Parenthood’s dubious plot to of open a gender transition camp at John Glenn High School (complete with an on campus mechanism for prescribing and distributing cross-sex hormones and puberty blockers to children—all without parental knowledge or financial barriers), Planned Parenthood of Los Angeles now follows me on social media. I’ve also attracted the attention of several other radical leftists associated with terrorist groups like Antifa and BLM.
In short, I know that what I am doing is having an impact because I’ve received text messages from random numbers threatening to rape me.
For the record, to whoever you are, good luck.
The leftist tears flowing because of my efforts are bountiful. My tumbler from the Daily Wire is overflowing! I’ve even had the police called on me during a February school board meeting, merely for refusing to mask indoors and announcing my unvaccinated status.
Along the same line, I’ve had six frivolous bar complaints filed against me in two separate states. I think it’s safe to say that some people want me dead. For the record, I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be back to California soon (with a smile on my face).
I’ve met folks from all walks of life and made many friends this last year. As a quick aside, I’d like to make clear that I love (nearly) all people. I generally don’t care who you are, what you claim to believe, or much else about your background. I don’t give a damn who (or what) you like to have intimate relations with (so long as the act is legally consensual). I also don’t care what color you are, where you’re from, or much else about your other superficial characteristics. I don’t care if you’re transsexual, bisexual, or trisexual. If you want to be called by a particular gender, so long as you’re a decent person (meaning, you’re not a prick about it), I’ll do so. I will not, however, kowtow to any person simply because he or she demands to be called something. I will not become a subject of another human’s fantasy. I’ll respect those who—by their actions—are deserving of respect, but I will not play pretend.
My job is to stand up to bullies for those who cannot. I’m generally a peaceful person. I have no intention of harming anyone, I just want reality to be a thing again—and I’m willing to go to extraordinary lengths to achieve this goal.
Matt Walsh recently made a salient point on his podcast. When people publicly proclaim that your mere presence is “harmful” to their existence, they are (in effect) provoking violence against you. Stated another way, if people think you threaten their existence, they have an (irrational) claim to defend themselves from the imaginary danger (in this case, that is me). I respect Matt; I’ve been listening to him for a long time. He has many good ideas. He’s also an a**hole. He reminds me a lot of myself. This is probably why I both love and distain listening to him. I hate certain aspects of my personality, which are intolerable—just ask my wife.
She’ll tell you that I never turn off. I’m obsessive. I’m usually unafraid of confrontation (often, I enjoy it). I recognize that I come across as arrogant (and I don’t care). This is who I am. I’m impassioned to protect children, and I’ll act aggressively towards this end because it’s the right thing to do. I am also unashamed. This is my personality.
Pray for my wife
My wife, Jordan, is a saint. She takes the brunt of my intensity. She burdens it for the world. She loves me. And I love her. It breaks my heart to watch her suffer because of my work. She didn’t ask for the extra burden. She’s sacrificing to empower me—so that I can protect children. She believes in me and understands better than anyone what my limits are. She knows that (with your help) The Gavel Project will ultimately succeed.
My wife is steadfast. She is my rock. I love her, and I would do anything for her. She has burdened so much for this movement. The Gavel Project would not be possible without her support. Each time I go to California, she knows that I may not come back. She accepts this. She burdens it openly, and I can see the pain she bears because of it. When I leave town, she often gets ill due to the increased stress and extra work foisted upon her with caring for our two young girls.
Last week, for instance, while I was in California our youngest girl became fussy and developed a slight fever. Consequently, my wife had to miss work nearly every day to care for her (as we couldn’t bring her to daycare). While I was away, each night, she stayed up until midnight working to pay our bills (my family has yet to receive any compensation from The Gavel Project, and we still have just one car after liquidating our second vehicle over a year ago to utilize the proceeds to fund the charity). As a result of the increased stress and lack of sleep, she became noticeably ill while I was away.
This, notably, isn’t the first time that she’s sacrificed her physical well-being for the cause. Below is a picture of my wife getting an IV after my trip to California in May. She’s been breastfeeding since the birth of our second daughter last November, so this was an especially scary moment for our family as her milk supply was endangered.
During this May trip, my wife pushed her body to the limit, working to pay our bills and care for our daughters, all so that I could appear on the Liberty Station Podcast (which is still one of my favorite interviews: Part I & Part II). My wife, of course, didn’t tell me about her poor condition until after my appearance on the podcast (so I wouldn’t worry about her on the air). The podcast was ultimately successful. The donations that followed allowed us to continue functioning as a nonprofit. My wife is the unsung hero behind The Gavel Project. She’s always been the light of my life.
We married very young; we were just twenty-one. We worked as a team to get through college without any debt. My wife had academic scholarships, and I worked full-time as a full-time undergraduate student. At one point, I had three jobs while managing a full course load. I went to community college to save money (something I recommend to anyone considering college). We paid for nearly everything. We had to.
I was blessed into a wonderful family and, initially, I had college paid for. I could’ve gone anywhere I wanted. I stupidly threw that opportunity away. When I was seventeen, I was a special kind of idiot. I had to learn the hard way how to follow the rules.
My shenanigans culminated in me living in the woods (sleeping under a tarp) for two-months in a teen wilderness therapy program called Aspen Achievement Academy. That was before going to a therapeutic boarding school for ten additional months. I spent my Senior year of high school in an intensive in-patient therapy program, and it’s one of the best things to ever happen to me because it forced me to pay for college myself and, thereby, understand the value my education.
In college, Jordan and I paid for nearly everything by working hard, sacrificing, and making wise decisions (such as not playing any video games, I haven’t had a gaming system since I was seventeen—and I recommend all young men striving for success burn their systems immediately, you won’t regret doing so).
My wife is smarter than I am. She was blessed with academic scholarships. I was blessed with an abnormal work ethic. As a team, we managed to make it through law school debt-free.
I attended Regent University School of Law on a near full ride scholarship. I earned a Juris Doctor with Honors in 2020. I was elected Class President for my second and third years (in addition to holding numerous other leadership roles on campus). I ran the Student Bar Association, the Business Law Society, and was heavily involved in other organizations. For my efforts, I earned numerous awards, including multiple academic and merit based scholarships. At graduation, I received the Community Changer Award (recognizing a commitment to excellence and integrity as demonstrated by my pursuit of community involvement). In January of 2020, I was one of sixteen students honored to participate in a three-day course on Constitutional Interpretation taught by Justice Samuel A. Alito Jr. of the United States Supreme Court.
At Regent, I worked harder than anyone. Often, I was last to leave the library. I have ADHD, and law school was difficult because of this. Due to this condition, I’m forced to read things multiple times to understand them. I’m very easily distracted, which is a curse. At the same time, the condition is a blessing. My ADHD is the reason that I’m so creative.
The Gavel Project is one-of-a-kind.
I want to highlight the uniqueness of The Gavel Project. Who else copied Rosa Parks and risked everything to lead sit-in style mask protests intended to lay the groundwork for lawsuits based on the Free Speech provision of the First Amendment (expressive conduct, see argument here)? I have found no other organization that can make such a claim. If anyone knows of another group, please let me know in the comments. I’d love to work with them.
Regarding our litigation efforts, I’m pleased to report that we’ve filed our first lawsuit in the San Diego Superior Court against Coronado Unified School District. Please note, this is arguably the most important lawsuit in the Nation—given what is at stake.
This case is about freedom of speech. Specifically, it’s about whether government officials can force citizens to “play pretend” by compelling conformity of behavior based on unscientific “mandates.”
Not only is the case legally significant, but the underlying facts are also rather shocking (you can learn more about the facts by watching my statement announcing the lawsuit during the August School Board meeting).
Towards the objective of obtaining justice, The Gavel Project has retained California Attorney Tracy Henderson to sue Coronado Unified School District and the various people involved in discriminating against our beneficiary—including school board Trustees, CUSD Administrators, and staff-members such as teachers and the high school’s principal (all personally). As I’ve been saying for the past year, the nonsense ends when we (metaphysically) hit the tyrants where it hurts, in their pocketbooks.
I’m pleased to report that our fundraising efforts have been successful. We’ve raised (and spent) tens and tens of thousands of dollars (nearly everything goes to paying our attorneys). As a 501(c)(3) public charity, we’ve taken on multiple beneficiaries and retained legal counsel to represent their interests. I’m also pleased to share that The Gavel Project is now a national nonprofit. Our work spans from California to Virginia.
Please note, that we are entirely crowdsource funded. None of our work is possible without ongoing support from the public. If you appreciate what we’re doing, please consider making a tax-deductible donation on our website: thegavelproject.com.
What would be most helpful, currently, would be a large grant to cover ongoing operations along with the cost of a fundraiser that we’re planning for January (announcement coming soon). If you or someone you know can help with a larger grant, please email Ryan at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thank you to all that give to make The Gavel Project possible!
As an Advocate and Civil Rights Activist, I’ve helped countless people, and it’s been an honor. I especially appreciate all the folks that have gone out of their way to thank me. I’m blessed to help so many, and I’m heartbroken that I must turn so many more away. The number of applications that we’ve received is overwhelming. I cannot even follow up with all of them. It’s too much.
To those of you that haven’t heard back following your application, I am sorry. I can only do so much. Each conversation I have tends to last hours. I hear the most heartbreaking stories imaginable. This is taking its toll. I feel like I’ve aged five years in the past twelve months.
It’s all been worth the sacrifice. I have highschoolers reaching out to me—thanking me for what I’m doing. It’s wonderful to hear that I am giving those that would otherwise remain silent a voice to be heard. So long as these kids feel that they cannot speak up—I’ll never quit. For nearly three years, countless children have been abused—openly, unconscionably, and unabashedly by a society that values profits over people. These children deserve justice.
As a child, I was obsessed with football. My favorite part of the sport was the contact (I loved hitting people). I loved it so much that, for several years, I played year-round. This took a toll on my body. By the time I was a junior in high school, I had blown my left knee out four times. I went through multiple (highly invasive) surgeries on this knee before I was seventeen. Looking back, my obsession with football was rather stupid. The level of intensity that you see with my work with The Gavel Project is exactly what I brought to bear on the football field. I was intense.
Due to these surgeries, my left leg was locked in a straight-leg brace for nearly a year (my body still hurts from this). After my second surgery, things got wild in my life. I did a lot of stupid things. I was a bat out of hell, and I loved to party. I especially liked pain pills, which helped me escape my inadequacies. I’m proud to report that I haven’t taken a pain pill since I was seventeen. For the sake of perspective, I just turned thirty this month.
At my core: I believe in justice, liberty, and protecting innocence. I’m blessed with ADHD and I’m the most creative Attorney that I know. I may be an underdog, but I know how to overcome insurmountable challenges better than most. I’ve done so all my life.
I’m a leader and, above all else, I hate bullies. If someone is going to openly harm children, I’m going to be first in line to (metaphysically) f*** that person up.
One year ago, with the blessing of my wife, I started The Gavel Project to prevent our society from devolving into wide-scale violence (which I still believe is highly possible). Today, I stand by our mission: Better a gavel than a gun.
Fund the gavel project and, together, we’ll vanquish the woke.
Thank you to all of those that have supported us this past year. Without the many generous contributions we’ve received, none of this could be possible.
President & CEO