James Caples, Founder?

Welcome to the Worker's Solidarity Party.

My name is James Caples, I guess I am the founder of whatever this turns into. I have lived in California all my life, most of it in the San Joaquin Valley where we grow the nation's produce. Growing up in one of the few cities led largely by republicans in a state known for its liberal policies has had an interesting effect on my ideologies.

I attended California State University Fresno for the first two years of my education where I was largely considered the most left leaning person in my classes, then I finished my degree at San Jose State University where I found myself often the most conservative person in the room. After graduation in 2004 I got married and became a corporate restaurant manager and continued that career for 7 years. During this time, I learned a lot about how corporate America views our working class. Managing in those restaurants I learned that shareholders view everyone as a dollar sign. Guests are green dollars, employees are red, and it's your job to make sure you balance out on the right side of the balance sheet. People never mattered to the bosses on top. In 2011 I learned how true that was.

My second daughter passed away from sudden infant death syndrome in her sleep at day care. The corporation I had been working 11-13 hours a day for gave me 5 days of bereavement leave for the death of my daughter. I had always known they treated guests and employees as dollars coming in and out but had managed to convince myself that somehow managers were different, somehow, we held more value, I realized that day I was wrong. The people at the top weren't people. They were a board, and like any group of people they lost their humanity in the pack culture and now are just dragons hoarding as much as they can because they have gotten so powerful no one can stop them.

I left Corporate America; I dedicated my life to studying and understanding the problems of our economy. With $12,000 in the bank I quit my job, ran a crowdfunding campaign to buy a food truck. I grew the truck into a restaurant, then two. We had two four-star

 restaurants and things were going as well as they can for a small breakfast restaurant in California. Then I learned that when dragons go unchecked you can't escape them. The lease on my original restaurant wasn't renewed because the increases they wanted for a building that was falling apart was unsustainable. The 1% had struck again, 9 years in business, a great reputation, it didn't matter Smaug needed his gold. Back down to one restaurant I finally had time again to start compiling my thoughts of 12 years working through the Samsara of capitalism.

After the 2024 elections and realizing that our system is broken beyond repair, I started forming my thoughts into policies, and my policies into a platform. If any of this sounds like a future, you want to be a part of sign up. Third parties fail because people only care about them in presidential election years. Maybe if we start working now, we can get some people elected to local/state/congressional seats by 2026.