Rusty Dankbud went at Miners Foundry to watch Kevin Kiley pull a vanishing act on the Indivisible Nevada County town hall, leaving a room full of Bay Area transplant, Trump-deranged, Prius-piloting relics who ditched San Francisco for bucolic Nevada County clutching their “Resist” pins and unraveling into a woke frenzy. The townhall turned into a three-hour TDS therapy session with keynote preacher Supervisor Heidi Hall, Nevada County’s self-anointed queen of sanctimony, leading the charge like a progressive televangelist on a righteous bender.

On March 10, 2025, over 400 people packed the Eric Rood Administrative Center in Nevada City, California, for Congressman Kevin Kiley’s community office hours, an event touted by The Union as a platform for constituent concerns in California’s Third District. What could have been a rallying point for real change devolved into a showcase of the “woke mind virus” and a gathering of virtue signalers more intent on preaching than solving problems.

Poor Kevin Kiley—our District 3 golden boy—probably thought he was doing a solid with these office hours. “Come vibe, constituents!” he says, all polished and straight-edge, expecting a few chill folks with pothole gripes and legitimate federal budget concerns. Instead, he gets a tsunami of progressive Boomers, a plaid-and-patchouli posse demanding he dismantle the patriarchy by lunch or at least ban plastic vape pens in Nevada County.