When a Billionaire Comes for Your Water
And the Farmers Finally Meet the Monster They Voted For
Kyle Bass. Hedge-fund oracle. Apocalypse hobbyist. A man who looks at an aquifer the way a televangelist looks at a lonely widow with a checkbook.
He isn’t a villain from mythology. He’s the modern kind. The kind who arrives in boots that never touched soil, armed with spreadsheets, consultants, and a spiritual allergy to enough. He didn’t choose East Texas because he loves pine trees. He chose it because the water sits quietly beneath people who were trained to fear everything except the thing actually coming for them.
He wants billions of gallons. Billions.
A private pipeline from the Carrizo-Wilcox aquifer to wherever the highest bidder prays for rain.
And the farmers. The ranchers. The church deacons who vote a straight red ballot without blinking. They are suddenly discovering what mystics have been trying to tell them since the Bronze Age.
You are never eaten by the wolf you were warned about.
You are eaten by the wolf you welcomed.
The cosmic comedy writes itself.
For decades they were told the real threat was immigrants. Or atheists. Or queer kids with purple hair. Meanwhile the true danger was sipping a latte in Dallas, calling his accountant, and filing paperwork to drain the land dry.
This is the part of the story where the Virgin Monk Boy usually says something mischievous, but let me drop the holy mask for a second. This feels biblical. Not the judgment part. The revelation part. The moment the veil gets snatched off and everyone sees who actually holds the knife.
And it wasn’t the caravan.
It wasn’t the drag show.
It wasn’t the librarian with the banned books.
It was the billionaire who thinks your water is a business opportunity.
The farmers who voted for “local control” are learning the punchline. Local control only works until someone richer wants what sits under your land. Then the free market becomes the free-for-all. The aquifer becomes a spoil. The rural backbone gets snapped in a boardroom.
Some of them are furious. Rightfully. Some still can’t compute the betrayal. They are staring at the sky like it might offer receipts. But here is the uncomfortable grace.
Awakening often begins with loss.
And sometimes the thing you lose first is the illusion.
The illusion that the wealthy care about you.
The illusion that “your side” protects you.
The illusion that you and power share a common destiny.
What Bass is doing isn’t new. It is simply unmasked.
Resource capture is the oldest imperial sport on record.
When empires run out of gold, they reach for water.
When they run out of water, they reach for bodies.
We are watching stage two.
Mystics call this a crisis of sight.
Politicians call it business.
Farmers call it theft.
The billionaire calls it Tuesday.
And me.
I call it a spiritual moment.
Because the land remembers.
And the people are beginning to.
And when the wells feel the touch of the siphon, something ancient stirs.
The understanding that none of us were ever enemies.
Except the ones who believed they were born to rule.
May the farmers rise.
May the wells speak.
May the empire choke on its thirst.
And may the next time someone tells you who the danger is, you remember the billionaire walking off with your water while you were watching Fox News warn you about everything except him.
Let the awakening begin.
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Mark my word: if a billionaire figures out how to pipe East Texas water to the highest bidder, Tehran’s seven-year drought will turn that pipeline into a gold mine. People think this is about Texas ranchers. It’s about a thirsty planet and the vultures who know exactly how to profit from it.
I’m from East Texas originally and I grew up believing everything they told me bc I didn’t know any different. It’s mind-boggling to me now, looking back on it, because I grew up in a literal cult. I thought I knew what brainwashing looked like, but I missed that part because it was sooooo insidious. You’re told from birth that the dems want to use abortion as birth control, rip perfectly good 8-month fetuses limb by limb out of the womb for the heck of it, take away ALL the guns etc. I bought into that ish till I went to nursing school (in Michigan) and quickly realized the best way to have the fewest abortions is through widespread eduction and the availability of multiple types of free birth control. I’d never believed in the bits about LGBTQ folx being bad; I think people should be free to love who they want as long as it’s between two consenting adults. But once I learned critical thinking skills in nursing school and I recognized the disconnect (untruths) in those two areas, I was able to expand out and realize they were absolutely LYING about the guns and all the other issues too. (I realized I could keep my gun AND become a democrat, gasp!🫨😆) And once I *SAW,* my eyes were opened and I was disgusted with myself for being so ignorant/gullible. I really hope this issue becomes to these East Texans what nursing school was for me. Come join us—we have a helluva lot of fighting to do! 🩵