I didn’t set out to run for office. I set out to build a life.

I’m a husband. A new father. A guy who wakes up early, works hard, and believes that faith, family, and freedom still matter. I moved to Phoenix a decade ago, fell in love with the desert, the people, and the promise of this city. I bought a home in District 4, met my wife here, and now we’re raising our son in the same neighborhood.

This isn’t politics to me. This is personal.

Because somewhere along the line, Phoenix started slipping. Slowly at first. Then faster. Tents popped up where kids used to play. Crime crept into every corner; break-ins, drug use, people screaming in the streets at 2 a.m. I’ve had to physically remove trespassers from homes I was trying to sell. I’ve seen people camping in my own yard. And I’ve watched city leaders sit back and call it compassion.

This isn’t compassion. It’s collapse.

The city has spent over $300 million on homelessness in the last eight years and watched the problem grow by 92%. We’re 600 police officers short, 14 fire stations behind, and emergency response times are now so bad that people are literally dying while waiting for help.

Meanwhile, City Hall is obsessed with pet projects, partisan games, and bloated budgets that serve consultants, not citizens.

That’s why I’m running.
Not because I want to join the system, but because I want to fix it. It’s time to Take Back Phoenix.