Manifesto: Reviving Faith Through Jubilee — The Righteous Way
This is not just a campaign. This is a peaceful rebellion against a system that sold us out.
For too long, South Dakotans, Americans—and people across the world— have lived under the weight of a system rigged against them. A system ruled by the rich, shielded by laws they wrote, and protected by institutions they bought.
The powerful live above the law, while the rest of us are buried beneath it.
Our land is being bought out by billionaires and foreign powers.
Our rights are being auctioned to the highest bidder.
Our food is poisoned by profit-driven industry.
And our children are being raised in chains of debt—born already owned by banks they never chose.
This isn’t just an American crisis. It’s a global system of extraction, and the pain is shared by farmers in Africa, workers in Asia, the poor in Europe, and the middle class here at home.
The lie is global. The rebellion must be local.
And it starts here—in South Dakota—with a vote, a movement, and a Jubilee.
The politicians won’t fix it. The parties won’t admit it. And the corporations hope you never notice.
But we see it. We feel it. And we’re done waiting.
This is our moment to reclaim what’s ours: our land, our voice, our labor, our families, our future.
I’m not running to join the club—I’m running to tear it down.
And together, we’ll build something better.
This is the Restoring Sovereignty campaign. This is the rebirth of self-government.
This is South Dakota’s stand.
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Anthony SitterA little about meI’ve spent the last two years on a road most don’t talk about—recovering from addiction, facing my own sins, and learning that healing is real. Not just in body, but in spirit. Forgiveness is real. Even in a world burdened by debt, division, and addiction—there is a way back through grace.
I was baptized and confirmed at Good Shepherd Lutheran. Those roots shaped me. I was raised in the Dakotas, where public schools still worked, and neighborhoods felt like family. We grew up with values that were lived—not posted. But in short, I watched it all start to unravel.
Even as a kid, I saw through the performance. By age 11, I was already attending political rallies—not out of excitement, but out of disbelief. I watched leaders talk big and deliver small, promising one thing and protecting another. It was clear to me—even then—that something was broken, and that the voices of regular people were being drowned out by money, media, and power. The school system that once built strong minds now struggles to teach truth. The sense of community that raised us is fading. The churches hide the most important scriptures by claiming terms like non-canonical. And the guiding stars have been lost in smoke.
I didn’t abandon my faith—I began to search deeper for it. I saw how the sacred had been buried beneath systems and slogans. But I still believe in the power of the rituals. I believe they can be restored—not just in churches, but in how we live, work, and care for one another.
I walk now with a new purpose—not to tear down what once held us together, but to bring it back to life. To recover what’s been lost. To heal what’s been broken. And to pass on something worth inheriting.