They mean so well that they’re willing to ruin anyone who opposes their high-minded ideas.
But yeah, Maine and many other states are now in a de facto theocracy ran by the modern version of The People’s Temple. That’s how the idea that one can be born in the wrong body and then transcend it through drugs, surgery, and brand-new vocabulary becomes incorporated into law.
That’s because people who oppose do NOT mean well. There should be NO tolerance for the intolerant (or intolerant adjacents like Wendy, the Nazi collaborator from Hallowell).
@darnell_becker I just read another article written by one of Maine’s progressive hatchet men and realized that I completely missed your reference to Tom Kawczynski, the white supremacist at the heart of this story. I hadn’t actually read the article since, well, 2019 or so and assumed you were referring to The Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski, but just mixed up the name a bit. My mistake.
Anyway, the head progressive hatchetman who was the editor of Mainer magazine (he’s not a Mainer, he’s from Massachusetts) is still getting fish scraps thrown into his yard after he did a hit piece on a Maine lobsterman and house minority leader, Billy Bob Faulkingham.
This take on the situation shows how mind-bogglingly stupid all of these people actually are. It has a photo of Tom (not to be confused with the Unabomber) dining at a Lewiston restaurant owned by my Thai friends who make a mean Chicken Panang Curry.
The Nazi pictured has been a lifelong progressive in one of Maine’s most progressive towns. Hallowell is basically hippie central and has been for a long time. You see rainbows and peace signs all over the place.
The bar next door is called “The Liberal Cup”. Hallowell hosts a major Pride parade every year, complete with The Church of Satan setting up their booth. It’s a very artsy little town I used to work in the outskirts of, where I’d go to Slates for lunch several times per week. Sadly, they are only open for Dinner now, along with Sunday brunch.
They even have a trail system officially named Vaughn Woods but commonly referred to as “Hobbitland”. It’s a popular place for local hippie chicks to do photoshoots and then post thirst traps on instagram.
No problem. I though I was missing something, though. I didn’t even think of Ted Kaczynski. Cause I can tell Polacks apart. Not like chinamen.
Multicultural aside: we still use this term in its original, non political meaning, although less than the previous generations. Our version of ‘‘he’s a jolly good fella’’ is ‘‘he’s a good comrade’’.
I met one from Nepal, his tapestries were all decorated with swastikas. I beat the fuck out of him because I hate nazis.
Unfortunately people saw me beating up a Nepalese so they branded me a Nazi. I might have to join Greta and her Jew hatin’ flotilla so people stop calling me a nazi.
If you want to go mess with some all white clubs, just roll up to an Outlaws MC clubhouse. They are all over the Chicago area. You could go teach them a lesson about progressivism with your fists!
I’m still flabbergasted that none of the area activists have gone after the Hell’s Angels here in Maine. For whatever reason, Wendy from Hallowell is seen as a much more problematic actor in Maine’s Nazi diaspora.
The only group it has caught on with here in Maine are DSA types and ANTIFA types. This is partly due to American cinema depicting our communist adversaries calling each other “comrade” for the last 80 years. You sometimes hear the term “comradery”, which doesn’t carry the same communist taint as “comrade”.
Your faith in the importance of social justice is wavering, comrade. The Outlaws MC is in desperate need of a stern lesson in the importance of diversity.
I partied with some Outlaws back in 1998. My friend’s parents threw a massive party for his high school graduation. More of their friends showed up than his friends, and it included a procession of Outlaws who rolled up 30 deep and parked their bikes in formation right in the cow pasture. His dad wasn’t in the club, but he rode bikes and worked at the steel mill with a bunch of Outlaws. They converted the entire upper level of their barn into a party den, complete with pool table, a bar, restaurant booths, lots of seating, fridges on both sides, Indian artifacts found on their property, a human skull, antique hemp sacks, a stage for live music, and lots of other wacky stuff decorating the entire space. They also owned a lake home in Kentucky that they’d spend weeks at a time at during the summer, leaving us teenagers to throw some of the best parties Northwest Indiana had ever seen (but not quite as wild as the party they threw for his graduation). The Outlaws were all really cool and helped us 18 year-olds get really drunk that day.
That culture (or riding motorcycles, for that matter) has never been my thing, but I never had any problems with any patched-up 1 percenters when I worked bar security. They were all very well-behaved. I did have a problem with one of their prospects, who never followed through on his threats to me after I bounced him. He died on his bike in a head-on collision shortly after being patched in to our local Hell’s Angels affiliate, so I’ll never get to learn how things would have gone with a 6’2" 350lb goon.
A quick search of the site indicates that this is the second time I’ve mentioned that party. I previously stated that 50 Outlaws showed up, not 30, but I hope you can forgive my inconsistency due to the amount of alcohol I consumed that day.
Anyway, good luck confronting your local fight clubs in the woods. If they had any sense, they’d be training with people who actually know how to fight in gyms that teach you how to fight. As long as the SPLC labels them “far-right extremists”, you can probably be assured that it is a bunch of theater kids with no political influence or capacity for hand-to-hand violence.