This week was supposed to be one of the proudest, most emotional moments of my life—dropping my daughter off at college and setting up her dorm room. But in the middle of all that, my phone lit up with texts. Friends, neighbors, supporters—everyone sending me photos of a giant, deceitful, and frankly outrageous political mailer with my face plastered next to radioactive symbols and police tape.

At first, I laughed. It was so absurd it looked like a bad comic book. But then it hit me—tens of thousands of people across North Hempstead, including my 10-year-old’s friends’ families, were going to see those lies. And that’s not funny. That’s wrong.

I didn’t sign up to roll over. I signed up to lead. If my opponents go low, I’m going to fight back—with truth, with facts, and with a vision for a better North Hempstead.

Because at the end of the day: radioactive Hulk imagery? That’s fiction. My commitment to this town? That’s real life.

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