So the State of the Union is on tonight…

It’s treated like some kind of gala.
Big entrance. Big stage. Big applause.
Like we’re all supposed to sit up and wait for it like it’s an awards show.

Most people have work in the morning.
Some of us are already in bed by then.
And the only reason half the country even tunes in anymore is to see what gets spun, what gets dodged, and what gets doubled down on.

Tomorrow the media will act like it was historic.
Like it changed everything.
Like the talking points matter more than the real problems people are dealing with every day.

Meanwhile, groceries are still high.
Bills are still piling up.
And regular Americans still feel like nobody in that room actually lives in the same reality they do.

Maybe the real State of the Union isn’t on the stage tonight…
it’s in kitchens, paychecks, and gas pumps across the country.

And that’s the part nobody wants to talk about.