CHAOS - LA Mayor's Race Takes Turn After Video from Ballot Counting Facility LEAKS
Los Angeles, California - June 12, 2026
Los Angeles Ballot Processing Facility Shows Limited Staffing Amid Ongoing Count
A visit to the Los Angeles County ballot processing facility revealed numerous vacant workstations and understaffed areas as officials continued processing hundreds of thousands of ballots from the June 2 primary election. The 144,000-square-foot center operates under the Registrar-Recorder/County Clerk’s office, which receives an annual budget of approximately $336 million.
Reporters observed dozens of empty chairs and desks across multiple sections. In areas designated for manual review of ballots that scanners could not process, approximately 25 bins of ballots sat ready while nearby workstations had no employees present. In another section responsible for opening envelopes and preparing ballots for scanning, roughly 75 workers were active, although the space could accommodate more than twice that number.
County officials announced Wednesday that 77,521 additional ballots had been processed since election night. An estimated 713,180 ballots remained outstanding at that time. The pace of counting has continued at a measured rate in the days since.
Budget and Leadership Scrutiny
The Registrar-Recorder/County Clerk’s office manages elections for more than 5.8 million registered voters. The department has more than 1,100 budgeted positions, according to county records. Registrar-Recorder/County Clerk Dean Logan oversees the department and earns $448,179 annually.
When asked about the appearance of understaffing despite the backlog, one election center staff member told reporters not to be “fooled by what you see” but offered no further explanation.
Political Reactions
California gubernatorial candidate Steve Hilton called for the creation of an Emergency Election Count Accelerator Corps to provide additional personnel and resources to counties facing ballot-counting backlogs. He criticized the pace of results in the state.
“California is the laughing stock of the nation when it comes to election reporting. We are the fourth-largest economy in the world, home to Silicon Valley and some of the most advanced technology on earth, yet government bureaucrats need a month to count fewer than 10 million ballots,” Hilton said.
President Donald Trump posted on social media criticizing the slow counting process and accusing Democrats of attempting to influence outcomes in the Los Angeles mayoral and gubernatorial primaries through the volume and timing of mail-in ballots.
“There is a lot of misinformation floating around about California’s election — including from the President,” the office of Governor Gavin Newsom responded, while sharing an explainer video from CNN. The statement added that officials also wish the votes were counted faster.
Context and Comparisons
Los Angeles County has more than 5.8 million registered voters. Several other states that held elections on the same day have reported much higher percentages of ballots counted within a shorter timeframe. New Jersey has reported roughly 93 percent, while New Mexico and Montana are approaching 98 percent.
The next update on Los Angeles County ballot counts is expected Thursday evening. With more than 700,000 ballots still outstanding, officials and observers have indicated that it could take weeks before final results are known in some races, including the Los Angeles mayoral contest and the gubernatorial primary.
The observations at the processing facility have added to ongoing scrutiny of election administration in California’s largest county and have prompted calls for faster processing while maintaining required verification procedures.
This Changes Everything: Shocking Video Emerges After Corrupt L.A. Mayor's Race
Los Angeles, California - June 14, 2026
Spencer Pratt Releases Video After Mayoral Campaign, Alleges Recordings and Federal Scrutiny of City Leaders
Reality television personality Spencer Pratt released a video on Friday stating that while his campaign for mayor of Los Angeles may be concluding, his effort to challenge the city’s political establishment would continue in a new form.
In the video, Pratt described the shift as a move from the campaign phase to what he called a more aggressive stage of his mission. He said his goal had not been solely to win elected office but to expose what he described as corruption within Los Angeles city government.
Pratt addressed comments made earlier by comedian Jimmy Kimmel, who had joked about providing the Pratt family with a U-Haul to leave the city.
“You think you can get rid of me that easily?” Pratt said. “I didn’t get in this for political power. I got in this to expose this corrupt machine.”
Pratt stated that no longer being an active candidate would free him from certain campaign finance and election laws, allowing him to speak more directly.
“I don’t have campaign laws hamstringing me now,” he said. “It’s war.”
Throughout the video, Pratt accused Los Angeles political leaders and progressive activists of implementing policies that have harmed residents. He also claimed to possess undisclosed recordings involving one of his political opponents that could force a resignation.
“We have some recordings of one of your exalted candidates doing and saying something that would make her resign in shame,” Pratt said. He indicated the material had been held back during the campaign and suggested it could still be released.
Pratt did not identify the individual referenced or provide any supporting evidence. He directly addressed Mayor Karen Bass and City Councilmember Nithya Raman, asking whether they believed any of their employees might hold recordings that could force them to resign.
Pratt further claimed that city officials should be concerned about potential federal investigations.
“I want all of you awake at night sweating, worrying about 5 a.m. with FBI busting in your door,” he said. “I assure you, they’re coming.”
No evidence was presented in the video to support the assertion that federal authorities are conducting investigations into Bass, Raman, or their staffs. Neither Bass nor Raman had issued a public response to the video as of Friday.
The remarks followed weeks of controversy in the Los Angeles mayoral race, including ongoing ballot counting and Pratt’s repeated allegations of election irregularities and voter fraud. Election officials have continued processing ballots in accordance with California law, which allows ballots postmarked by Election Day to be received and counted in the days following the election.
Pratt has not publicly released evidence substantiating his claims of widespread fraud. The video appears intended to maintain his public profile and continue criticism of city leadership outside the formal constraints of an active campaign.
Pratt characterized his ongoing efforts as part of a broader fight against entrenched political interests rather than a pursuit of elected office itself. He concluded the video by indicating that his activities against what he views as the city’s political establishment would intensify.
The statements remain unverified. No recordings or documentation supporting the allegations have been made public, and no confirmation of active federal investigations into the named officials has been provided by law enforcement authorities.
My wife framed me for abuse to win full custody of our daughter. She thought she had the perfect case, until our 10-year-old stood up in court and played a hidden video that turned the entire trial into a criminal investigation. - Royals
My wife framed me for abuse to win full custody of our daughter. She thought she had the perfect case, until our 10-year-old stood up in court and played a hidden video that turned the entire trial into a criminal investigation.
The gavel banged down like a gunshot in the suffocating silence of the family courtroom.
My wife, Sarah, sat across the aisle, her face an unreadable mask of cold triumph. Next to her, her high-priced attorney filed another motion to strip me of my parental rights, paints me as an unstable, unfit father who deserved absolutely nothing.
For months, Sarah had systematically dismantled my life, filing for a brutal divorce and demanding full custody of our ten-year-old daughter, Lily. I was drowning, my reputation ruined by a mountain of fabricated accusations.
“Your Honor, the mother is the only stable provider here,” Sarah’s lawyer argued, his voice dripping with smooth condescension. “The father is a danger to the child’s emotional well-being.”
Judge Miller, a stern woman with decades of experience on the bench, rubbed her temples and looked down at Lily, who was sitting quietly in the front row. “Before I make my final ruling on temporary custody, I want to hear from the child.”
Lily stood up. Her small frame looked tiny in the wood-paneled courtroom, but her eyes were fiercely steady. She didn’t look at her mother, and she didn’t look at me. She walked straight to the center of the room, clutching a small, beaten-up pink tablet in her hands.
“May I show you something that Dad doesn’t know about, Your Honor?” Lily’s voice trembled, but there was a strange, haunting determination in it.
Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the table. “Your Honor, this is highly irregular,” Sarah’s lawyer interjected quickly, his tone sharp. “The child is being manipulated.”
“Sit down, counselor,” Judge Miller commanded, her eyes narrowing. She looked back at my daughter. “Lily, you may proceed.”
The bailiff stepped forward, taking the tablet and connecting it to the large courtroom projector screens used for evidence presentation. Lily hit play.
When the video started, the entire courtroom froze in absolute silence.
The shaky footage showed the interior of our family kitchen from a hidden angle. On screen, Sarah was standing by the counter, holding a small vial of clear liquid. She was carefully counting drops, letting them fall directly into a glass of water—the exact glass of water she had handed me every single night before I started experiencing terrifying blackouts and violent tremors.
The room went so quiet you could hear the hum of the fluorescent lights. My heart stopped as I watched my wife systematically poison me on camera, but the footage didn’t stop there. As the camera panned slightly, a shadow emerged from the hallway, and the real horror began.
Sarah’s face drained of color, turning a sickening shade of gray as the video continued to play on the massive courtroom monitors.
On the screen, a man stepped into the kitchen frame, wrapping his arms around Sarah’s waist from behind. He laughed, whispering something into her ear before taking a sip from his own coffee mug.
It was Detective Thomas Vance—the lead investigator who had arrested me three weeks ago for domestic endangerment based on Sarah’s frantic, staged 911 calls. The same man who had written the police reports that were currently being used to strip me of my custody rights.
“Turn it off! Your Honor, this is an illegal recording! It’s inadmissible!” Sarah’s lawyer screamed, slamming his hands onto the table, completely abandoning his professional composure.
“Silence!” Judge Miller roared, her voice echoing off the walls. She didn’t look at the lawyer. Her eyes were glued to the screen, watching a decorated police detective conspire with a cheating wife to medically incapacitate a husband and frame him for a crime.
On the video, my voice could be heard from upstairs, muffled and slurred. Sarah? Can you bring me some aspirin? My head is spinning.
Sarah on screen looked directly at the hidden camera location—a nanny cam Lily had hidden inside a stuffed animal on the shelf—and smiled a chilling, wicked smile. Coming, sweetheart, she called out. Then, she turned to Detective Vance. The doctors said three more weeks of this dosage and his liver will fail. It’ll look like chronic alcoholism. The estate is ours, Tom.
I sat in the witness box, my chest heaving, tears of absolute betrayal and shock blurring my vision. The blackouts, the sudden hospitalizations, the moments I woke up on the floor with no memory of how I got there—it wasn’t a mysterious neurological disease. It was my wife. And the system I trusted had been weaponized against me by the very man who wore a badge.
Detective Vance, who had been sitting arrogantly in the back row of the gallery as a star witness for Sarah, stood up slowly. His hand instinctively hovered near his service weapon as he eyed the courtroom exits.
“Bailiff, lock the doors,” Judge Miller ordered, her voice deadly calm. “No one leaves this courtroom.”
Two armed court officers immediately stepped in front of the exit doors, their hands resting on their holsters. Vance stopped, his eyes darting around like a cornered beast.
Sarah turned on Lily, her eyes wild with rage. “You little brat! Look what you’ve done to our family!” she shrieked, lunging toward our ten-year-old daughter.
I bolted from the witness stand, but before I could reach Lily, Judge Miller slammed her gavel down so hard the wood splintered. “Restrain that woman!”
As the bailiffs wrestled Sarah away, Lily stood her ground, looking directly at Detective Vance. “That’s not the only video, Your Honor,” Lily said softly, her voice piercing through the chaos. “Show them what happened the night Dad was arrested.”
The bailiffs forced Sarah back into her chair, handcuffing her wrists to the metal frame. She was panting, her perfect hair disheveled, cursing loudly as the reality of her entrapment settled in.
In the back of the room, Detective Vance stood frozen, his face a mask of sweating desperation. He knew that the moment he drew his weapon in a federal building, his life was forfeit. He slowly raised his hands away from his belt.
The bailiff hit play on the second video file on Lily’s tablet.
This footage was taken from a smartphone camera, steady and clear, filmed through the cracked door of my home office. It was the night of my arrest. The video showed me slumped over my desk, completely unconscious from the drugged water. Sarah was standing over me, deliberately ripping her own blouse, smearing mascara down her face, and knocking over a heavy ceramic lamp to shatter it across the floor.
Then, Detective Vance walked into the room. He didn’t look like an officer responding to a distress call; he moved with casual familiarity. He took a heavy glass paperweight from my desk, wiped it clean with a handkerchief, and pressed my unconscious fingers firmly against it. Then, he used the paperweight to strike Sarah across the cheekbone, creating a violent bruise.
“Perfect,” Vance’s voice recorded clearly on the phone. “The bruising will match his grip and the object. When the patrol units get here, I’ll handle the intake. He’ll be locked up before he even wakes up to realize what hit him.”
The courtroom was so silent you could hear Sarah’s frantic breathing. The malice was undeniable. The conspiracy was absolute. My daughter had captured the entire execution of a frame-job that would have sent me to prison for a decade while leaving my child in the hands of a monster and a corrupt cop.
“Your Honor,” my attorney said, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and awe. “I move for an immediate dismissal of all charges against my client, and the immediate remand of the plaintiff.”
Judge Miller stood up from her bench, her face pale with righteous fury. She looked down at Detective Vance. “Detective Vance, surrender your service weapon to the court officers immediately. You are under arrest for conspiracy, aggravated assault, perjury, and official misconduct.”
Vance didn’t fight. He unbuckled his holster, dropping the heavy Glock onto the wooden bench, his career and life ruined in a matter of seconds. Two state troopers, who had been called to the floor by the court panic button, marched in and forcefully cuffed him.
Judge Miller then turned her gaze to Sarah. “Sarah Larson, you are remanded into custody without bail on charges of attempted murder by poisoning, child endangerment, and conspiracy. The state will be taking over your prosecution immediately.”
As Sarah was dragged out of the courtroom, sobbing and screaming my name, the heavy double doors closed behind her. The circus was over. The nightmare that had consumed my life for six months had vanished in less than ten minutes.
The judge stepped down from her high bench, ignoring all judicial protocol, and walked directly over to Lily. She knelt down so she was at eye level with my daughter.
“Lily,” Judge Miller said softly. “You are an incredibly brave young lady. Where did you hide to take that second video?”
“In the laundry chute,” Lily whispered, her eyes finally welling up with tears. “I knew they were hurting Dad. I knew no one would believe him because Mr. Vance was a policeman. I had to save him.”
The judge looked up at me, her eyes softening. “Mr. Larson, full legal and physical custody of Lily is granted to you effective immediately. All supervised visitation restrictions are lifted. This court owes you an apology. Your daughter saved your life.”
I couldn’t even speak. I fell to my knees on the courtroom floor, opening my arms. Lily ran into them, burying her face into my shoulder, her small body shaking as she finally let go of the immense terror she had carried alone for weeks.
I held her tight, pressing my face into her hair, listening to the distant sound of police sirens taking my wife away. I had lost my marriage, my trust, and almost my freedom. But as I looked at the little girl who had stood up against the world to protect me, I knew I hadn’t lost what mattered most.
We walked out of the courthouse together, hand in hand, into the bright morning sun. The air felt clean for the first time in a very long time.
