Tom Wong is running for Hayward Mayor and is checking in from a key location in the city: T4U in downtown B Street (1033 B Street).

He’s inviting residents to come join him, meet the candidates, and see exactly what they do for Hayward.

If you’ve been waiting for a direct look at the local political scene, this is your sign to show up and see the action for yourself.

Watch this video with me.

My issue is this. Can you show me a single verse in the Quran, the Hadith and the Islamic literature, where it says, go and kill innocent people?

Yes, I can. Do you want to hear it? I will cast terror into the hearts of the disbelievers. Therefore, cut off their neck and cut off every finger tip. That's one.

Okay, that's one. There are 142. Go to Surah 5, go to Surah 8, go to Surah 12. They're in there.

Don't come here and pretend to me that your book is any different to any other sect of Islam. I've studied the Quran. I've studied the Bible. Let me tell you one thing. If you follow the Quran to the letter, you are obliged.

Which I do. I do.

No, you don't.
No, you don't.
No, you don't.

How many people are you? How many people have you killed? That's the point. Because the Quran doesn't teach that.

Yes, it does. It does.

Don't make a proud of yourself, darling. Because you're starting to look really silly.

Can I try to look really silly? Can I clarify?

If you'd come to me and said to me, there are verses in the Quran that say kill a Pufa and I don't agree with them, I'll have said to you, fair blame. You're probably not a Muslim, you're an apostate. But you haven't said that.

What you've said to me is I'm a devout Muslim, and it doesn't say that in the Quran. Don't come over here and tell my God of people that have read your scriptures, right?

No, no, no, no, no.

In Surah 5. In Surah 5. Let's go Surah 5, yes. I will cast terror into the heart of the disbelievers, therefore, strike off their necks.

The disbelievers.

And where did the name Jesus even come from? The letter J wasn't even invented until around the 14th century. So the name Jesus that everybody prays to isn't even the right name of the guy they're supposed to be addressing.

If the name holds so much power, but it's the wrong name they're using, how does that make Saints?

Behold, the festering carcass of American rot shoved into an ill-fitting suit.

Kornetzke lays it bare: the sleeves of a con man, the cowardice of a draft dodger, the gluttony of a parasite. It is the racism of a clansman, the sexism of a back-alley creep, and the greed of a hedge fund ghoul, all spray-painted orange and paraded like a prize hog at a county fair.

"Not a president, not even a man. Just the diseased distillation of everything this country swears at."

He argues the rot isn't new, but has always been there: arrogance dressed as exceptionalism, stupidity passed off as common sense, and corruption worshipped like gospel.

It is America's shadow made flesh, a rotting pumpkin idol. When a nation kneels before money, power, and spite, it doesn't just lose its soul—it shits out this bloated obscenity and calls it a leader.

"I don't know."