Spencer Pratt Vows To Keep Fighting L.A. Dems After Conceding Mayor’s Race
Reality television personality Spencer Pratt says his campaign for mayor of Los Angeles may be over, but his effort to challenge the city’s political establishment is only beginning.
In a video released Friday, Pratt framed his apparent concession not as a defeat but as a transition into what he described as the next phase of his mission.
“I’m moving on from the campaign phase of my mission to save Los Angeles to the next, more interesting phase,” Pratt said.
He argued that his objective had never been simply to win elected office but to expose what he called corruption within the city’s political system.
Pratt also responded to comedian Jimmy Kimmel’s previous joke offering to provide the Pratt family with a U-Haul to leave Los Angeles.
“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 claimed that leaving the campaign trail would free him from restrictions imposed by election laws and allow him to speak more aggressively.
“I don’t have campaign laws hamstringing me now,” he said.
“It’s war.”
Throughout the video, Pratt repeatedly targeted Los Angeles political leaders and progressive activists, accusing them of enabling policies that have harmed residents.
He also suggested he possesses undisclosed recordings involving one of his political opponents that could become public in the future.
“We have some recordings of one of your exalted candidates doing and saying something that would make her resign in shame,” Pratt said.
He claimed the material had been withheld during the campaign and indicated it could still be released.
“I was saving it for the general election,” he said.
Pratt did not identify which candidate he was referencing or provide any evidence supporting the allegation.
He also addressed Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass and City Councilmember Nithya Raman directly during the video.
“So Karen, Nithya, ask yourselves, is it possible that one of your employees may have a recording of you doing or saying something that would force you to resign in disgrace?” Pratt said.
He further claimed that city officials should worry about potential federal investigations.
“I want all of you awake at night sweating, worrying about 5 a.m. with FBI busting in your door,” Pratt said.
“I assure you, they’re coming.”
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Pratt did not cite any evidence that federal authorities are conducting investigations into Bass, Raman or their staffs.
The remarks came after weeks of controversy surrounding the Los Angeles mayoral race and ongoing disputes over ballot counting.
Pratt has repeatedly alleged election irregularities and voter fraud during the campaign, though he has not publicly produced evidence proving those claims.
Election officials have continued processing ballots under California law, which permits ballots postmarked by Election Day to arrive and be counted in the days that follow.
Pratt’s latest comments also appear designed to maintain his political profile despite no longer actively competing for office.
He characterized himself as someone continuing a broader fight against what he views as entrenched political interests rather than pursuing elected office for its own sake.
The video concluded with Pratt promising that his efforts against the city’s political establishment would intensify rather than diminish.
Meanwhile, no public response had been issued Friday by Bass or Raman regarding Pratt’s comments or his claims about alleged recordings.
Pratt’s remarks remain unverified, and no evidence has been publicly released to substantiate his assertions about recordings or impending federal action.
The video nevertheless signals that, despite stepping away from the mayoral race itself, Pratt intends to remain an outspoken critic of Los Angeles leadership and continue engaging in the city’s political debate outside the constraints of an active campaign.
My Husband Left Me in Rags for His Mistress. He Didn't Know My Billionaire Father Owned the Gala.
He took his mistress to the most prestigious gala in the city and left me standing in an old evening dress, then looked me in the eye and said, ""You'll only embarrass me."" He thought humiliating me would be the end of the story. He had no idea that one phone call I'd kept hidden for three years was about to shake everything he had built.
""You really planned to wear that?""
My husband's voice drifted up from the front entrance, cold enough to make my hands tremble. I stood frozen in front of the bedroom mirror, staring at the navy dress I had treasured since before we got married. The fabric was still elegant, but time had begun to show along the sleeves. I smoothed them anyway, hoping they looked less obvious.
Outside, Spencer Reed stepped out of his black SUV looking like the perfect CEO, every inch polished and confident. From the hallway, I heard our housekeeper, Mrs. Evelyn, gently ask if she should tell me it was time to come downstairs.
""There isn't any reason,"" Spencer answered without hesitation. ""Paisley's coming with me.""
His words hit harder than a slap.
I walked to the window and watched him adjust his cuff links without even glancing toward the house. Three years of marriage... and somehow I still kept convincing myself that if I stayed humble enough, patient enough, invisible enough, he would eventually love me.
I was wrong.
The sound of high heels echoed through the marble foyer.
Paisley Dawson slipped beside him wearing a shimmering gold gown that looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. Around her neck sparkled a diamond necklace that cost more than I had probably spent on myself during our entire marriage.
She smiled sweetly before looking me up and down.
""So... you're the wife.""
Her eyes paused on my worn sleeves, and she laughed softly.
""Now I understand why Spencer never brings you anywhere.""
I waited.
Surely my husband would say something.
Anything.
Instead, he smiled at her.
""You look incredible.""
The room suddenly felt colder.
Paisley rested her hand possessively on his arm.
""The Apex Group charity gala isn't a place for someone dressed like... that,"" she said. ""Tonight will be filled with CEOs, senators, investors—people who actually matter. You'd only make Spencer look bad.""
Every word was carefully chosen to wound.
I turned to Spencer, refusing to let them see the anger building inside me.
He didn't defend me.
He didn't deny her words.
He simply offered Paisley his arm.
""We're late.""
That was all.
I stood silently as the front door closed behind them. A few seconds later, the SUV disappeared through the gates, its taillights fading into the evening.
Mrs. Evelyn quietly walked over and touched my arm.
""I'm so sorry, Mrs. Reed. Would you like me to make you some dinner?""
I forced a faint smile.
""No... thank you.""
I climbed the stairs alone and shut the bedroom door behind me. Through the window I could see the skyline where tonight's gala was already beginning, lights glowing above the city like another world I was never meant to enter.
Then my phone vibrated.
A message.
Unknown number.
When I opened it, my stomach dropped.
It was a selfie from the back seat of Spencer's SUV.
Paisley leaned against him with a smug grin, flashing a peace sign while Spencer's reflection appeared beside her in the window.
Below the photo she had written:
""By the time tonight is over, he'll belong to me completely. Have fun waiting at home.""
I didn't cry.
Instead, I walked to my vanity, opened the lowest drawer, and pulled out a small red velvet box I hadn't touched in three years.
Inside rested a SIM card.
The one I promised myself I'd never need again.
I slipped it into my phone.
Only one contact appeared.
Dad.
My thumb hovered over the screen before I finally pressed Call.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
Then I heard the voice I hadn't allowed myself to hear since I walked away from my family.
""Phoebe?""
His voice sounded older... but the concern was still there.
My throat tightened.
""Dad...""
For a moment I couldn't speak.
Then the words finally escaped.
""I want to come home.""
Silence.
Long enough to make my heart pound.
Finally, my father—Raymond Harrell, the billionaire whose name could open almost any door in the country—answered with a voice trembling from emotion.
""My little girl...""
Another pause.
""I'm coming to get you.""
In that instant, everything changed.
Spencer believed tonight would elevate his empire.
He had no idea the most powerful man he'd ever unknowingly offended was already on his way.
