So I bet on myself.

I started my own business, buying and selling exotic and hypercars all over the world. My clients? Wall Street executives, Hollywood celebrities, even royalty. By 28 years old, I secured the Zenvo franchise, selling the most expensive car in the world at that time.

I was living the American Dream. Then I learned how fast the government can take it all away.

At 24 years old, I was falsely accused of a crime—both state and federal charges. I had never been in trouble before, but I was thrown into a system that doesn’t care about truth—it cares about wins. After 11 months in jail, I went to trial, and a jury saw through the government’s lies. I was found not guilty on all charges.

That experience opened my eyes to the unchecked power of the DOJ, the corruption in our justice system, and how quickly they can destroy someone’s life. But instead of being bitter, I got back up and rebuilt everything from scratch.

I got married, had kids, and built another successful business. I expanded my company into a retail dealership, and I was thriving again.

Then, in 2013, my wife and I lost our son. That broke me. I checked out mentally, and during that time, I put my trust in the wrong person to run my business. That mistake cost me everything.

A trusted associate ran my business into the ground, leaving me responsible for millions in losses. I did everything I could to clean up the mess, but that wasn’t enough for the DOJ.

Instead of allowing me to fix what was a civil business dispute, the government saw another opportunity to take me down. I had celebrity clients, a flashy lifestyle, a high-profile business—and they wanted to make an example out of me.

The DOJ came after me with criminal charges—again.

But this time, I knew how the system worked. I knew that once they decide they want you, the truth doesn’t matter.

And when a judge asked me for a bribe, I realized there was no way I’d get a fair trial.

So I made the decision to leave the country.

That’s when the government put me on the FBI’s Most Wanted List—all over a $865,000 bank debt. And that bank? They were laundering money for drug cartels, but they never got charged.

For five years, I fought my case from Dubai. I went public, exposed corruption in the system, called out the incompetence of federal prosecutors, and showed the world how the DOJ picks and chooses who they destroy.

I attempted to surrender 27 times—but every time, the DOJ stalled, ignored me, or refused.

So I forced their hand. I stormed into an embassy and made the FBI arrest me.

They threw me into one of the worst jails in America—on 21-hour-a-day lockdown. No real access to my lawyer. No bail. They told me I’d sit there for two years waiting for trial—unless I pled guilty.

After eight months in custody, the government made me an offer: Plead guilty to one count of wire fraud, they’ll drop the other four indictments, and I could go home. Due to the fact that my wife was struggling to take care of our kids I took the deal.

Then, for three years, they kept me on house arrest with an ankle monitor, unable to work or support my family. After all that, a judge looked me in the eye and said, “You need to be taught a lesson,” sentencing me to two years in prison.

That’s when I made a decision.

I wasn’t going to be like all the others they beat down and throw away.

I wasn’t going to let them win.

Instead, I was going to fight for Americans—so that no one else has to go through what I did.

I started looking at the real struggles of Americans—and I found solutions. I focused on Nevadans—their housing crisis, their economy, their small businesses, their veterans, their families trapped in the justice system.

I realized that unlike career politicians who are controlled by special interests, I’m my own man. No one owns me. No one tells me what to say. No one buys my loyalty.

I’ve been threatened, sued, arrested, hunted by the FBI. You think corrupt politicians and the media scare me? Not a chance.

I’m running for Congress to shake up the system. I’m running because this country is broken, and we need real fighters to fix it.

Unlike the politicians who hide behind polished speeches and fake smiles, I’m an open book. I embrace my past because it made me who I am today.

I may be blunt, brash, and politically incorrect. But I’m not here to kiss asses, make friends, or play nice with the establishment. I’m here to fight for the people of Nevada.

You don’t have to like how I talk, how I dress, or my attitude. But you will respect my fight—because it’s for you.

This isn’t just a campaign—it’s a movement.

Nevada, let’s take our power back.

Join me in this fight. Support Bobby Khan for Congress.