As I Watch The River Flow

About The Book

AS I WATCH THE RIVER FLOW

AS I WATCH THE RIVER FLOW is a quiet reckoning with modern life, media saturation, and the slow unraveling of meaningful conversation.
The author-known here only as Pizzaman-has spent a lifetime in the pizza business. That name isn’t a gimmick; it’s what people have called him for decades, long before any book was written. He chooses to remain anonymous for two reasons: first, because the work should speak louder than the name behind it; second, because of caution. In today’s political volatility and insanity-where disagreement can end friendships, cost jobs, or invite harassment-the decision to write honestly about division feels somewhat dangerous. Pizzaman is not hiding from accountability; he is protecting his ability to keep speaking at all.
The book unfolds as a personal awakening. It begins with habits most people recognize: constant news consumption, emotional reactions shaped by headlines, and the comfort of certainty. Over time, those habits give way to discomfort, self-examination, and the realization that outrage often replaces understanding. 
Rather than arguing positions, Pizzaman observes moments. Conversations with friends. Fractured relationships. The subtle shift from listening to waiting to respond. Through these lived experiences, he traces how polarization enters everyday life not through extremism but through repetition, noise, and unquestioned narratives.

Why Read It?

AS I WATCH THE RIVER FLOW

This is not a political manifesto. It is a reflective journey that asks how we arrived here, and what is lost when curiosity disappears. The river becomes a metaphor for stepping back, slowing down, and watching patterns rather than being swept away by them.
The book invites readers to pause, reflect, and reconsider how they engage with information, disagreement, and one another without ever needing to know who Pizzaman really is. The voice matters; the name does not.

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AS I WATCH THE RIVER FLOW

Dive in to a reflective journey that questions how certainty replaces curiosity in modern life. Explore the quiet moments where conversation fractures and listening fades. Step back from the noise and rediscover the power of observation, patience, and perspective.

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AS I WATCH THE RIVER FLOW

Prologue

Prologue

The phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. November 6th, 2024, and my friends were already losing their minds over the election results. Johnny from Nashville sounded like someone had died. Sara in Staten Island could not stop crying. Tommy in Dallas could barely speak.

Gloria was texting me screenshots of news articles. Max in Florida sounded like it’s the end of the world. A week later, Barry was asking how I felt now that we were headed off the cliff already. Then Howie called from Hawaii, a few weeks later, asking if I was still “100% MAGA” now that reality was setting in.

Last year, I wrote a book, thinking I could help bridge the gap between red and blue America. I documented my own transformation from lifelong Democrat to reluctant Trump supporter, hoping other people might recognize their own journey in mine. I thought showing both sides of our arguments might create some understanding.

Boy, was I wrong.

The country got split even further apart. The conversations got nastier.  Everyone picked their team and decided the other side was evil. But maybe I contributed to that more than I want to admit. I documented my transformation from Democrat to Trump supporter as if it were an awakening—as if I’d moved from darkness to light. Reading it now, I can see how that must have felt to people like Barry. Not like bridge-building, but like proof that their side was the wrong one.

Gloria loved the book. She said it validated everything she’d been trying to tell people for years. Barry barely made it through the first chapter before texting me: “This isn’t dialogue, Tony. This is a conversion story.”

That stung because part of me knew he was right. I’d written about our arguments, sure, but I’d written them from the perspective of someone who’d already decided he was correct. Every conversation ended with me vindicated,  Barry frustrated, and the reader left to conclude that one of us was enlightened and the other was still lost.

That’s not bridge-building. That’s just advocacy with better packaging.

But here’s the thing — we kept talking anyway, at least with most of them. Lori, whom I’ve known forever, we dated when she was a teenager, and she ended our friendship by telling me to fuck off, even before the election. She couldn’t stand that I didn’t share her intense hatred of Trump. I couldn’t believe it. I had no desire to reconcile when she texted me again a week later. There was no apology, nothing; she acted as if nothing had happened. I was tired of the arguments and the stubbornness. I was also shocked that she was filled with so much hate. I didn’t recognize her anymore. I blocked her.

My first book came out three days before the 2024 election. Talk about bad timing. By then, everyone had already made up their minds. The publisher screwed me over, probably on purpose. The whole thing felt like a setup from the start.

This time is different. Trump won big. He’s got a mandate, real power, and he’s moving fast. Within a week, Mexico put 10,000 troops on its border. Hamas released hostages. Canada started securing their border. Countries that ignored Biden for four years suddenly started paying attention.

Barry sees this and thinks we’re heading toward fascism. I see it and think we’re finally getting somewhere.

“So, my brother, as we watch our country go over a cliff, do you still think we’re on the right track?” That’s how Barry opened our conversation a week after the election.

I had to laugh. “I thought you would be admitting how wrong you were, and how he is getting the country back on course.”

Same old Barry. Same old arguments. But something felt different this time. The stakes seemed higher. The anger ran deeper. The gap between our realities had grown so wide we might as well have been living in different countries.

Barry worries about billionaires having too much influence. I ask him where he was when Soros, Zuckerberg, and the Google guys were buying elections for Democrats. Barry talks about protecting democracy. I point out that a handful of people picked Kamala Harris without any input from voters.

We’re looking at the same events through completely different lenses.

The media doesn’t help. They’ve created separate universes of information. Barry gets his news from MSNBC and CNN. I watch independent journalists on YouTube and read Substack. We’re not just disagreeing about solutions anymore. We’re working with entirely different sets of facts.

Take Ukraine. Barry sees the necessary support for democracy against Russian aggression. I see a money laundering operation where Zelensky claimed he only got 75 billion out of the 200 billion we supposedly sent him. Where did the rest go? Nobody wants to talk about that.

Or immigration. Barry talks about helping desperate people seeking asylum. I see 20 million unvetted migrants flooding into the country, getting free hotel rooms while hurricane victims in North Carolina sleep in tents. More than half the hotel rooms in New York are occupied by migrants. That’s not sustainable, and it’s not fair to people who followed the rules. But Barry sent me something that made me pause. A breakdown of actual asylum processing—how most people claiming asylum are families fleeing cartel violence, how they’re required to check in regularly with ICE, how the “luxury hotel” narrative came from a few cherry-picked examples in New York that represented a fraction of a percent of total cases.

“You’re doing it again,” he wrote. “Taking the most extreme example and treating it like the whole story. Yes, New York screwed up their migrant housing. But you’re using that to dismiss the reality that most of these people are following legal processes and living in conditions you wouldn’t wish on anyone.”

I wanted to dismiss his points. The hotels were real—I’d seen the footage. But so was his data. We were both looking at real things and drawing opposite conclusions. That was the problem. Not that one of us was lying, but that we’d stopped being able to hold two truths at once.

The corruption is staggering once you start looking. USAID funding gain-of-function research in Wuhan. Tons of money are missing from various government programs. Five trillion dollars, that’s completely untraceable. Politicians going into office poor and coming out millionaires.

Musk found judges trying to block his efficiency efforts who have family members getting tons of money from NGOs. No wonder they’re desperate to stop him. Both Republicans and Democrats are in on it. Senator Cotton and Lindsey Graham have been getting rich off Ukraine funding, too.

Barry and my other liberal friends can’t see any of this because their news sources won’t report it. Instead, they focus on Trump’s personality, his tweets, and his legal troubles. They miss the bigger picture while obsessing over details that don’t matter. Except when I actually listened to Barry’s concerns instead of dismissing them, some of his points landed. Trump’s “retribution” rhetoric wasn’t just tweets—he was explicitly talking about prosecuting political enemies, deploying the military against protesters, and punishing media organizations. Barry sent me clips where Trump said these things in his own words, not filtered through MSNBC commentary.

“You’re so focused on Deep State corruption that you’re ignoring authoritarian red flags right in front of you,” Barry said. “What if you’re trading one type of corruption for another? What if the cure is worse than the disease?”

I didn’t have a good answer. Because Barry was right about one thing: I’d become so focused on exposing one set of problems that I’d given Trump a pass on behavior that would have horrified me from any other politician.

I’m not saying Trump is perfect. He wasn’t my first choice. Kennedy was. Trump can be reckless, he’s an egomaniac, he’s a bullshit artist. But he’s also practical. He knows how to deal with tough characters because he’s been doing it his whole life in New York real estate and Atlantic City casinos. You don’t succeed in those businesses without learning how to handle dangerous people.

The world is a tough neighborhood right now. Putin has hypersonic missiles. China is playing the long game. Iran is funding terrorist groups. We need someone who can make these lunatics think twice before they act. Kamala Harris wouldn’t scare anybody. Neither would that trans general in the Pentagon who shows up in a dress.

But here’s my biggest fear — Trump might give Netanyahu everything he wants. The guy has been pushing for war with Iran for decades. If Trump lets him attack Iran, we’re looking at World War III. That’s the one thing that could ruin everything.

The dialogue in this book occurred during the months following the election, while policies were being implemented and their impact was beginning to appear in everyday life. These are real people and real conversations. I altered the names, but all else remains as it transpired.

Barry believes I’ve been brainwashed by conspiracy theorists. I believe he’s been conditioned by corporate media propaganda. We both love America. We both care about our families. But we can’t even agree on the facts anymore.

Perhaps that’s the actual crisis. Not so much that we disagree, but that we can’t even agree on what’s actually going on.

It was Gloria who first opened my eyes to just how much I’d gotten wrong about Trump. She became so angry with me that she refused to talk to me for eight months after I made a flippant remark about him. When we did resume talking, I worked hard at listening to her. She convinced me, not by argument, but by introducing me to facts I’d never previously seen.

That is what these discussions are all about. Not winning arguments, but exchanging information. Not establishing who is correct, but attempting to see things the way the other person does.

The country is more divided than ever. Talk of civil war isn’t just crazy talk anymore. Half the country stands firmly against the other half. That’s dangerous. It creates opportunities for bad actors, both foreign and domestic, to manipulate us against each other.

But we keep talking. Despite the anger, despite the frustration, despite thinking the other side has lost their minds, we keep picking up the phone. We keep trying to explain our positions. We keep looking for some sliver of common ground.

That might be our salvation. As long as we’re still talking, there’s hope we can figure this out. The alternative is too scary to contemplate.

The night of the election, sharing laughs with Gloria about the extreme reactions we were seeing, I realized this was just the beginning. The real work happens in these conversations. Not the ones on TV between paid professionals, but the ones between real people who’ve known each other for years and still care about each other despite their political differences. When Barry finally called a week later, his voice heavy with despair, and when Howie reached out after three weeks with his worried questions, I understood that the divisions had only deepened. Yet somehow, we were all still talking.

These conversations are messy. They don’t end with everyone agreeing. Sometimes they end with someone hanging up angry. But they’re honest. They show where we really are as a country, not where we pretend to be.

The stakes are high. We’re being presented with crises that demand national unity — economic issues, global conflicts, technological advancements at a rate more rapid than we are able to keep up. But still, we’re divided by the fundamental facts of what’s occurring.

If we can’t learn to speak to one another, to hear each other out, to collaborate in spite of disagreeing, we jeopardize losing all that we’re all struggling to preserve.

This book is my attempt at that conversation, though I know it will fall short. Barry will read it and see me cherry-picking evidence. Gloria will read it and wish I’d gone further. Howie will put it down halfway through, frustrated that I’m not the open-minded person he thought he knew.

They’ll all be partly right. I’ve tried to include perspectives that challenge my own, but I know my biases. I know I trust some sources more than others. I know I give my side more benefit of the doubt. This isn’t a neutral document—it’s one man’s journey through the most divisive period in modern American history, told from a perspective that half the country will find validating and the other half will find infuriating.

But it’s honest. These are real conversations with real people who genuinely love America and genuinely fear for its future. We’re just terrified of different things. Maybe that’s where understanding begins. Not in agreement, but in acknowledging that the fear on the other side is as real as your own.

This is my contribution to that effort. An imperfect, biased, but honest look at where we are, how we got here, and what it might take to find our way forward together—even when “together” feels impossible.

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