Wednesday, July 8, 2026

There’s a Simple Way to Combat Extremism

By Jonah Goldberg

Wednesday, July 08, 2026

 

It’s starting to sound like we’re in the middle of the Spanish Civil War.

 

For those of you who forgot, the Spanish Civil War was the great prequel to World War II, in which the combatants were proxies for the Communists and the Fascists. Stalin’s Soviet Union supported the former, Hitler’s Germany aided the latter.

 

President Trump and the GOP have decided to run against “communism” in the coming midterms. In his Fourth of July speech Saturday, Trump referenced the communists in our midst nearly a dozen times. “Our warriors did not fight communism on battlefields across the world, only to have that menace rear its ugly head right back here in America,” he said. “We’re not going to let it happen.”

 

A few days prior, the president argued that the communist menace here at home amounts to “the biggest threat to our country, including World War I, World War II, Pearl Harbor, September 11.”

 

Before you claim the right started it, we should note that we are years (or even decades) into a long-running effort to label Republicans, conservatives, and especially Trump as “fascists.” Numerous books and countless op-eds and magazine articles have been written in support of this claim. In October of 2024, then-Vice President Kamala Harris was asked by CNN’s Anderson Cooper, “Do you think Donald Trump is a fascist?”

 

Harris responded, “Yes, I do. Yes, I do.”

 

Of course, the right-wing habit of calling the left “communist” and the left-wing habit of calling the right “fascist” hardly started with Trump either, so let’s restrict ourselves to the current brouhaha.

 

Democrats and various news outlets have pushed back on Trump’s communist charge, contending that even the most hard-left Democrats in the news—mostly members of the Democratic Socialists of America—are not communists, but merely democratic socialists, of the sort popular in Europe and Nordic countries. “Democratic socialists are willing to have themselves voted out of power,” historian Michael Kazin told ABC News following last year’s election. “They believe that once you have a democratic socialist society, people will like that society, but if they don’t want to keep it, then they can go back to a more capitalist society."

 

Kazin is right about the difference between social democracy and communism. But I don’t think that settles the argument as much as a lot of people think.

 

The DSA website is chock-a-block with positive references to Karl Marx. Within the DSA network are organizations like the “Liberation Caucus,” “Red Star,” the “Communist Caucus” the “Marxist Unity Group,” and so on. They don’t merely offer positive references to Marx, Mao, Lenin, et al. but affirmatively cite them as authoritative voices. I particularly enjoyed the section, “Common Misconceptions About Mao.”

 

If all these people are just Swedish-variety “social democrats,” why is it impossible to find DSA references to foundational Swedish social democrat Hjalmar Branting, but easy to find references to Marx and Mao?  

 

New York City Mayor Zohran Mamdani has called for embracing “the warmth of collectivism.” Congressional candidate Darializa Avila Chevalier, who recently won a Democratic primary in New York, has in the past praised numerous communist dictators and lamented that her local bookstore didn’t offer the collected works of Stalin. She deleted past social media posts along these lines and now insists she’s merely a democratic socialist.

 

Avila Chevalier might even be telling the truth. But I ask you: If a Republican candidate had a paper trail of being a dedicated, well-read, and doctrinaire Nazi but only disavowed this past to run for office, would you take their word for it?

 

Also: Would news outlets run cover for them explaining the differences between outright Nazism and softer forms of “democratic fascism”?

 

It’s a stupid question—and we know the answer, because the right has a similar problem. Not all of those books and articles about the right’s flirtation with fascism are paranoid. Numerous Republicans have played footsie—or even had dinner with—avowed Hitler fan and occasional Holocaust-denier Nick Fuentes. Mark Robinson, the GOP’s 2024 gubernatorial candidate in North Carolina, once described himself as a “black Nazi.” Vice President J.D. Vance has run cover for GOP staffers who texted, “I Love Hitler.” The January 6 riot was certainly fascistic.

 

Here’s my hot take: Everyone making allowances for Nazism or communism should be ashamed of themselves.

 

But here’s more practical advice. If you’re a journalist, stop providing cover for one side. And if you’re a fairly normal center-left Democrat or center-right Republican, worry less about the idiots and radicals in the other party, and start doing something about the ones in your own.

 

This Spanish Civil War stuff is mostly embarrassing cosplay. Most Americans reject the extremes, but if people won’t call out extremism in their own party, they're not actually against extremism.

Identity Crisis

By Nick Catoggio

Tuesday, July 07, 2026

 

Graham Platner’s Senate candidacy can be understood as a sort of experiment to see which vices Democrats won’t casually impute to the entire white working class.

 

Nazi tattoos, boorish online commentary, rampant (virtual) adultery, rough behavior with girlfriends: There was much chin-pulling among the left as each new red flag was hoisted, but in the end they were willing to overlook all of it in the belief that Platner’s scumminess was, quite simply, the price of authenticity. Or pseudo-authenticity, rather.

 

If you want a salt-of-the-earth blue-collar joe as your champion, you must accept that he’s going to be uncouth at best and a minor degenerate at worst.

 

But major degeneracy? It turns out that’s where they draw the line.

 

The Platner experiment unofficially ended Monday when the latest red flag was unfurled. At last, an allegation has been made that Democrats aren’t willing to chalk up to white-guy wage slaves being white-guy wage slaves—namely, actual rape.

 

A former girlfriend told Politico that Platner “entered her rural Maine home uninvited one night in late 2021, deeply intoxicated, and forced himself on her while she repeatedly told him to stop.” She said she recalled him “grabbing my pelvis and being really forceful of me” and realized at one point that “this is no longer my choice.”

 

She confided in a former boyfriend about the incident in 2023, long before Platner entered politics, and warned a female acquaintance that year in Facebook messages not to get involved with the future candidate because she had a “bad experience” with him in which he was “consensually careless.” In an interview yesterday with CNN, she claimed Platner was sufficiently aware of what he was doing during the assault that he paused at times to apologize to her before resuming.

 

By dinnertime on Monday, practically every prominent Democrat in America had called on him to quit the race in Maine. That included progressive stars like Sen. Ruben Gallego and Rep. Ro Khanna, both of whom had endorsed him. It included Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer and Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand, the head of the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee, who vowed not to spend in Maine if Platner remained on the ballot. It included Maine’s own state Democratic Party leadership, whose members had only recently chosen him as their Senate nominee.

 

It even included some of the leading chuds in left-wing infotainment, until now the candidate’s most reliable cheering section.

 

Platner posted a video late in the day in which he denied the allegations but promised “to reflect on the best path forward.” There is no path forward. Unseating Susan Collins would be hard for a good candidate; for a credibly accused rapist whose polling was already headed south before the latest news, it’s a pipe dream.

 

He has six days to withdraw from the race before his party is barred by law from replacing him as nominee, which made yesterday’s bombshell fortuitously timed. For once, he’s likely to do the right thing.

 

What can we learn from this Frankenstein-tier experiment gone wrong?

 

The benefit of the doubt.

 

Despite all the hype about new blood and “outsider” energy, Platnermania ended up incorporating elements of two of the most notorious Democratic campaign disasters of the past 20 years.

 

One is John Edwards’ presidential run in 2007, which saw Edwards mount a challenge from the left to frontrunners Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton. The candidate spoke movingly on the trail about his wife’s breast cancer; meanwhile, he was secretly engaged in a long-running affair and had already fathered a child with his mistress.

 

Edwards recklessly placed his own ambition ahead of his party’s welfare, knowing that the skeletons in his closet could have wrecked Democrats’ chances at the presidency if they had tumbled out after he won the nomination. By letting progressives get excited about a candidacy that was all but certain to end in disgrace, he played the left for chumps. That’s Platner all over.

 

The other is Joe Biden’s 2024 campaign, of course. For many months during that cycle, influential Democrats ignored the evidence of their own eyes and ears—and lots and lots of data—that the then-president had a liability that would render him unelectable. They downplayed it, rationalized it, and made excuses for it … until Biden’s catastrophic debate performance left no doubt that the party would lose unless it very belatedly removed him as nominee.

 

That too is Platner all over. The man had more red flags than China, yet not until something emerged to convince the left that his campaign was well and truly doomed did they very belatedly turn on him. They were okay with electing an unfit cretin to the Senate this year, just as they were okay with nominating an unfit, senescent eightysomething for another four-year term in the White House. What they weren’t okay with was losing.

 

Here’s the difference between Platner, Edwards, and Biden, though. Two were known quantities in politics, figures whom Democratic voters were familiar with and whom they might be forgiven for (foolishly) granting the benefit of the doubt as to their fitness. The third was a black box, reportedly deemed Senate material after a single brief conversation with a strategist, and whose views on policy could be fairly summarized as a noun, a verb, and “oligarchs” or “Israel.” How did someone like that earn the benefit of the doubt until Monday afternoon?

 

You know how. I’ve discussed it here before, but New York Times columnist Michelle Goldberg put it well in a piece this morning. “Platner offered many on the left something they’re desperate for: working-class aesthetics married to uncompromising lefty politics,” she wrote. “Many progressives want to believe that with a sufficiently populist message and style, they can win over voters alienated from the Democratic Party, obviating the need for ideological concessions.”

 

Precisely. Graham Platner was a rare case of Democrats playing identity politics with white people.

 

Not in the strong-form sense of framing whites’ preference between candidates as a litmus test of racial authenticity. But certainly in the weak-form sense of asking white working-class voters to lay aside their qualms about Democratic policies and embrace their nominee because he looks, sounds, and acts more like them than the Republican does. The entire theory of the case with Platner was that downscale whites in Maine will recoil from Medicare for All when a young “foreign” politician like Abdul El-Sayed or Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez pitches it but not when a gruff bearded white guy in flannel does.

 

There’s nothing wrong with our policies. All we need to win is to find the right “messenger.” That’s how I summarized the progressive theory driving Platnermania last month. And it might help explain why the party was so quick to turn on him yesterday: Per the most recent data, that theory was looking like a total bust.

 

Working-class zero.

 

Insofar as Platner’s candidacy was also an experiment to see whether Trumpy constituencies might be more receptive to left-wing ideas when they’re offered by Trumpier leftists, the experiment failed resoundingly.

 

Two respected polls conducted in June found a tight race between him and Collins, but not because the Democrat was peeling off the blue-collar whites he was supposed to appeal to. Just the opposite. In surveys from the New York Times and Fox News, it was college-educated whites who handed Platner lopsided margins—56-41 in the Fox poll and 68-31(!) in the Times’ data.

 

Among his target demographic of whites without a degree, he was getting obliterated. Fox had Collins ahead 57-41 in that cohort while the Times saw her up 59-36.

 

Why that’s so is hard to say. We can safely rule out dazzling charisma and unimpeachable blue-collar cred as key factors in Collins’ advantage. I think we can also rule out some sort of cultural quirkiness that might make working-class whites in Maine meaningfully different in their preferences from working-class whites elsewhere. Remember, this is a state that twice elected Paul “Trump before Trump” LePage governor during the previous decade. A rough-around-the-edges populist Democrat should have been right up their alley, especially given Maine’s left-ish lean overall.

 

On the other hand, we shouldn’t err too far in the opposite direction from leftists whose low opinion of the white working class led them to believe Platner’s vices might make him relatable. It sure would be nice to believe that blue-collar white people are too decent at heart, too savvy in sniffing out poor character, and too civic-minded to support a bum like the soon-to-be former candidate in Maine.

 

But let’s be serious. They’re the same people who broke for Donald Trump by 37 points in 2016, by 35 points in 2020, and by 34 points in 2024. “The white working class loves angry, erratic sociopaths!” was not an insane thing for a Democratic strategist to believe under the circumstances.

 

The Platner experiment with blue-collar whites failed, I suspect, not because of Platner himself but because of ideological inertia. “The idea that … just because he looks a little scruffy and talks a little tough, he’s suddenly going to attract this group that’s been trending Republican for more than 10 years now—that’s just kind of fantasyland,” as political reporter Natalie Jackson put it. A cohort that’s spent the past decade identifying as Republican for culture-war reasons wasn’t going to turn on a dime because of identity politics, and to believe otherwise was condescending.

 

The gender splits in the Maine polls illustrate the problem. If ever there were a Democrat whom you might think men would take a shine to, it’s a foulmouthed Marine who works with his hands. And if ever there were a Republican whom you would think women might prefer, it’s a soft-spoken centrist who comports herself with unusual dignity by the standards of her party.

 

But you’d be wrong. Men favored Susan Collins by 7 points in the Times poll and by 10 in the Fox survey, while women favored Platner by 8 and 5 points, respectively. (Although not for long after yesterday’s news, another reason his candidacy is doomed.) Men as a group have leaned right for years while women have leaned left, and here again Platner’s identity politics wasn’t compelling enough to put them off those preferences.

 

When Trump whines about American Jews dependably voting Democratic, he at least tends to frame his complaints in terms of policy. (“But I’ve done so much for Israel!”) The Platner experiment in Maine wasn’t even that sophisticated. He wasn’t offering the right-leaning white working class much in terms of policy and cultural concessions, as Jackson went on to note in her comments. All he was offering was progressivism with a pale face.

 

There’s no One Neat Trick to winning back whites without a college degree, it turns out. Leftists can either meet them halfway on policy or try to win without them, but they’re not going to “identity” their way out of the problem.

 

The difference between the parties.

 

There isn’t much to say in Democrats’ favor about the Platner experiment.

 

It’s embarrassing that they nominated him in spite of everything that came before Monday’s rape allegation. It’s despicable that many sought to discredit claims by another ex-girlfriend of Platner’s, conservative activist Lyndsey Fifield, about how he mistreated her. And it’s depressing to know that the collective imagination of the “party of norms” could be captured by a populist demagogue whose main political talent was being angry.

 

There are many lawmakers in Washington whose default mode is anger, and I can’t think of one among them whom Americans are lucky to have working for them. A less facile people than ours would eventually wise up to the fact that thoughtful policymaking is a skill, and performing anger convincingly is not strongly correlated with that skill.

 

The best I can do to find a silver lining in Democrats’ conduct is this: Unlike certain other parties, they were willing to belatedly draw some sort of line here.

 

“The one thing I know about Republicans, when we had a very bad candidate and found out, we didn’t vote for that person,” former Speaker Kevin McCarthy said last night of Platner, somehow without bursting into flames. “When Matt Gaetz came forward, we got rid of him.”

 

My dude: Matt Gaetz was still winning reelection to the House by landslide margins years after allegations of him having sex with an underage girl went public. If Donald Trump had his way, Gaetz would be the attorney general of the United States right now, and most Republican voters would be perfectly happy about it.

 

Pete Hegseth was accused of sexual assault and was nominated and confirmed as secretary of defense. Ken Paxton has been accused of virtually every form of corruption there is, and was even impeached for it in one case by the GOP-controlled Texas House of Representatives. Two months ago, he pantsed longtime incumbent John Cornyn in a Republican Senate primary. And of course the human red flag in the Oval Office easily dispatched all challengers in the 2024 GOP presidential contest despite four criminal indictments, a coup attempt, and years of daily petty reminders of how lousy his character is.

 

There’s no clearer lesson of the Trump era than that right-wingers will not only vote for terrible people for office, they actively prefer them. As early as the first weeks of his candidacy in 2015, the president was bending over backward to demonstrate what a scumbag he is, and Republican voters ate it up. And after January 6, the very worst thing our very bad leader has ever done, who was it who visited him at Mar-a-Lago to try to rehabilitate him on behalf of the GOP establishment?

 

It was Kevin McCarthy, of course.

 

Democrats are willing to consider electing sociopaths to office, but Republicans are downright enthusiastic about it: That’s the difference between the two parties in the greatest country in the world, and that’s why being accused of sexual assault is a problem in a left-wing primary but not a right-wing one. If a guy with Graham Platner’s background wanted a career in politics, he should have joined the GOP.

Perhaps the Nazi Tattoo Was a Clue

By Mike Nelson

Tuesday, July 07, 2026

 

The Senate race in Maine looks significantly different than it did 48 hours ago. Yesterday, Politico reported a credible allegation of sexual assault against the Democratic nominee, Graham Platner. In a video posted after the story broke, Platner denied the accusation but said that his campaign would explore the best way forward, opening the door to what seems like an inevitable withdrawal from the race.

 

Now the voices that had most vehemently defended Platner during previous scandals or vouched for the necessity of his folksy progressivism have withdrawn their endorsements, one after another, and called for him to drop out. Among those voices are Senators Bernie Sanders and Elizabeth Warren, Representative Ro Khanna, and Pod Save America’s Jon Favreau. No doubt, none of these Democratic politicians, party power brokers, or podcasters were aware of the alleged rape when they made and maintained their endorsements. Nearly everyone who previously supported Platner seems to have since reversed course. Credible allegations of sexual assault do, indeed, go too far.

 

But the question remains: Why was this horrific allegation the threshold when Platner had so obviously transgressed so many times before? Perhaps Platner’s Nazi tattoo should have been a sufficient indicator that he lacked the character to be a senator. Perhaps maintaining that SS logo for two decades, covering it up only when it became politically inconvenient, demonstrated that he lacked the judgment for national office. Perhaps a multiyear history of not just having abhorrent views about women and minorities, but feeling the need to post them for the world to see, could have told us that he is not the person to be Maine’s voice in Washington. Maybe a well-documented history of contemptible behavior in his personal life should have been enough, when taken with everything else, for Democrats to conclude that Platner was exactly the person he appeared to be.

 

When Platner emerged last year as the Democrats’ shiny new object—DSA sensibilities with a gruff voice and working-class clothes—many who favored his brand of leftist populism rallied to help him defeat Democratic centrism. He managed to do so when his primary opponent, Governor Janet Mills, suspended her campaign before votes were cast. Platner’s backers hoped that he could do the same against Susan Collins this fall. But when a clear pattern of Platner’s bad behavior and bad judgment emerged, these Democrats held firm, using their positions of prominence to assure voters that what we all could see was somehow not as it seemed. This latest allegation was not a black-swan event—a shocking and unexpected revelation from an otherwise strong candidate. Rather, it was the most recent in a steady drumbeat of disqualifying revelations.

 

It’s good that those who have changed their mind about Platner are now telling the woman who spoke with Politico, Jenny Racicot, that they will not stand with her alleged victimizer. But why were the Jews who were targeted by the organization whose logo he bore not worthy of the same support? And was Lyndsey Fifield, a conservative woman who alleged that Platner had engaged in emotional and physical abuse (also denied by Platner), less worthy because of her politics? What does it say about Platner’s defenders that his other horrible behavior was within their range of acceptability?

 

Those who waited until this week to rescind their endorsements had all the indicators they needed to surmise that Platner was a problem. And pretending otherwise required a willful denial of the facts. For instance, they claimed that he hadn’t known the significance of his tattoo until recently, despite the fact that at least three people said they’d had conversations with Platner about the image prior to its public disclosure.

 

We have spent months listening to spin from Democrats arguing that what was clear about Platner’s character was somehow more nuanced and explainable, all because progressives had found a candidate in Carhartt. The idea that a candidate could have a Nazi tattoo and stay in the race sounds more like a subplot from Veep than the reality upon which several prominent Democrats staked their reputations.

 

When the Platner campaign comes to its ignominious end, as it almost certainly will whether he withdraws or not, the value of conducting a postmortem will not be about Platner himself, a deeply flawed person worthy of neither the office he sought nor the support he received. It will be about those who gave him that support. Not only did they stand by Platner; they expressed outrage toward those of us who said he was unfit. And contemptibly, they attacked one of Platner’s accusers, Fifield. “Believe women,” it seems, does not extend to victims who commit the unforgivable sin of having voted for Republicans.

 

Perhaps next time these officeholders, influencers, advocates, and organizations will think twice before throwing their full-throated support behind someone they do not actually know or, at a minimum, withhold support from those who are clearly unacceptable. They lied to voters, either by vouching for the virtue of a candidate about whom they did not have specific knowledge, or by claiming that someone they knew to be detestable was not. Perhaps now voters will think twice before heeding the advice of Sanders, Warren, Khanna, Favreau, and others, or of Veterans for Responsible Leadership, the advocacy organization that had endorsed Platner, who served in the Marines, and reiterated its support through the previous scandals.

 

The voters themselves should not be let off the hook; a republic’s survival requires the engagement of an educated electorate. Even though most of Platner’s behavior had been widely reported prior to the June 9 primary, an overwhelming majority of Democratic voters in Maine selected Platner. They either made no effort to inform themselves about the man for whom they cast their vote, did not believe the well-corroborated claims against him, or felt that Nazi iconography, alleged partner abuse, admitted substance abuse, and offensive Reddit posts were of less importance than defeating Mills. None of those justifications was ever sufficient.

 

It would be nice to believe that those who failed the test during the Platner campaign will learn from their mistake, but I am skeptical, particularly in today’s political environment. For those who apparently lacked the integrity to denounce contemptible candidates, the discernment to detect them, or the desire to do the right thing, might I offer a simple rule to assist—even just toward the pragmatic goal of selecting electable candidates. Prior to the Platner campaign, I would have thought this rule was common sense and easy to follow, but apparently it should be made explicit: Maybe, at a minimum, don’t support a candidate with a Nazi tattoo.

The Nazi Tattoo Guy Is Exactly Who You Thought He Was

By Jim Geraghty

Tuesday, July 07, 2026

 

On the menu today: It’s odd and disturbing. Jenny Racicot’s description in Politico Monday of Graham Platner’s treatment of her — including rape — is not wildly different from Lyndsey Fifield’s description to the New York Times about a month ago of Platner’s treatment of her. Fifield described a violent, angry, erratic man who sought to control her but couldn’t control himself; after that report, almost every Democrat offered a mealy mouthed statement that all allegations must be taken seriously but that they believed Platner’s denial.

 

But Racicot’s allegations were treated dramatically differently than Fifield’s. Within hours, the Maine Democratic Party, Representative Ro Khanna, the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee, Senate Majority PAC, and Senator Elizabeth Warren withdrew their past endorsements. (Warren had called Platner, “My kind of man.”) Even socialist activist Hasan Piker said “that is curtains” for his campaign. I notice Piker said yesterday, “The Nazi tattoo was a red flag for me.”

 

As of this writing, Platner remains in the race, saying via a video statement that he is “taking the time to reflect on the best path forward.” He also insists that all of Racicot’s accusations are “categorically false.” (Notice the blanket, unspecific denials, in contrast to her detailed description of the assault.)

 

Graham Platner is an awful human being, and that fact was about as hidden as a supernova from the start. Read on.

 

As Will Smith says in I Robot, “You know, somehow, ‘I told you so,’ just doesn’t quite say it.”

 

I’ve written about Maine Democratic Senate candidate Graham Platner quite a bit this year. Some might argue I’ve written about him too much, but there was something bizarre about his candidacy, right from the start — a little-known harbormaster in Sullivan, Maine, population 1,246, instantaneously touted by national media like the New York Times as a serious challenger to the sitting chair of the Senate Appropriations Committee. Even before all the scandals, Platner was greeted by the rest of the media with an astonishing degree of credulity and acclaim. Why did The New Yorker publish a 3,400-word profile of Platner — emphasizing how he “devoured  books on military history” — one month after his campaign announcement? Why did the culinary magazine Bon Appetit do a glowing profile of him last October, talking about his oysters? (At least he didn’t tell the magazine how much he loved ovens.)

 

And then on October 20, we learned about the Nazi tattoo, when Platner discussed it on the Pod Save America podcast and said, in what I am sure he thought was a reassuring tone, “I am not a secret Nazi.”

 

If you have the time, go back and watch how Platner discusses the tattoo on that podcast, about 20 minutes in. He seems incredulous that he’s getting grief about his tattoo, or that anyone could have suspicions about him because of it. “I went to I went to college, I went to the gym, I did all the things. And at no point in this entire experience of my life did anybody ever once say, ‘Hey, you’re a Nazi.’” Platner exhibits no sense of embarrassment, shame, or mortification over getting the tattoo. It’s just a bad thing that happened, but nothing out of the ordinary — like stubbing your toe.

 

To hear Platner tell it, he just has the world’s most astonishing bad luck. Completely at random, he picked a skull-and-crossbones tattoo that just happened to be the same symbol used by the Nazi SS, and then he chose to put that symbol over his heart. And then, for 18 years, the military history buff never recognized that symbol.

 

And then, many years later, when he was on the teen-heavy hookup social media platform Kik, he held his phone in just the right spot to cover up that tattoo that he insisted he had no idea was a Nazi symbol.

 

In Platner’s version of events, he only found out that his tattoo was a Nazi symbol after hearing that opposition researchers were looking into it, at some unspecified date before the October 20 Pod Save America podcast. And then, two days later, he announced he had gotten another tattoo to cover it up. He insists Lyndsey Fifield is lying when she says that years earlier, he had called it “my Totenkopf.” He insists his former political director was lying when she said he had told her he had a “problematic” tattoo in the summer of last year.

 

Here’s the part that stuck with me: If you had found that you had accidentally gotten a tattoo of the Nazi regime over your heart, how many traffic laws would you break getting to a place to get it removed? Or would you just grab a steak knife and try to cut it off immediately?

 

A man who doesn’t think getting a symbol of the SS concentration camp guards tattooed over his heart is that big of a deal, and just a routine snafu . . . is not as opposed to Naziism as he wants everyone to think.

 

Every couple of weeks, we would find out that some other part of Platner’s carefully crafted initial image was poppycock. His whole campaign was built on his working-class image, but he attended an elite boarding school in Connecticut. The only customer of his oyster business was his mother’s restaurant. He bought his house with a $200,000 loan from his father, not with “support from the VA” as he had claimed. On the campaign trail, Platner kept insisting that Susan Collins had sent him to Iraq, but she voted to authorize military force in 2002 and he enlisted in 2004 and volunteered for three tours over eight years.

 

And then the post-tattoo scandals piled up. He blamed his choice of tattoo on the culture of the U.S. military. His Reddit comments about rape victims and black people would have gotten any other figure instantly canceled a few years ago. He called himself a communist, in the long-ago era of . . . 2021.

 

He’d been sexting with lots of women on Kik, but he insisted none of them were underage. Fifield described how Platner “regularly grabbed her by the shoulders — sometimes hard enough to leave marks — and, on one occasion, yanked her out of a cab by her wrist after an argument when she wanted to stay in the car.”

 

After each disturbing revelation, other Democrats and media interviewers would ask Platner if there were any other skeletons in his closet, any other unpleasant chapters from his past the public ought to know about. Every time, Platner said he had no other dark secrets.

 

Democrats lined up to endorse him.

 

Anybody with eyes could see that this guy, at minimum, had been a world-class creep. The explanation from him, his wife, and his campaign was that he was a changed man.

 

Was he? How were any of us supposed to know? And even if he was a changed man . . . what made this very recently reformed reprobate the kind of guy you’d want to have as a U.S. senator? In his early appearances, it was clear he didn’t know how the Senate appropriations process works.

 

We’ve seen Democrats circle the wagons around scandal-plagued figures before. But usually, those figures had done a thing or two to inspire or “earn” that reflexive loyalty and shameless excuse-making.

 

Platner’s growing list of unsavory accusations kept getting longer, and . . . he had just shown up a few months ago. He was just some guy who had just arrived on the scene. He had never run anything; his harbormaster job was, in his own words, a “very, very part-time job.” (The town actually left the position vacant from February 2022 to April 2023.) He hadn’t helped get any bills passed, he hadn’t led the fight for any particular cause. He was just some guy who ranted about how “Senator Collins is bought and paid for by Benjamin Netanyahu,” claimed John Fetterman was a “stooge for AIPAC,” and who accused Israel of committing genocide. Platner didn’t have a lot to say on foreign policy, but he sure made clear that he believed that Israel was evil and controlled Washington. Something of an odd strategy if you want to dispel suspicions that you ever had any youthful dalliances with neo-Naziism.

 

The term “gaslighting” gets thrown around way too frequently in our political culture; sometimes it’s effectively used as a synonym for lying.  But this . . . this felt like an unprecedented, large-scale gaslighting effort. A lot of the mainstream media coverage of Platner felt like a weird, coordinated effort to convince the people of Maine that the scuzziest guy the Democratic Party could find was as solid and reliable as the Brawny Paper Towel Man.

 

Jon Favreau, one of the Pod Save America hosts, told his followers at the end of April, “Graham Platner isn’t just our best and only chance to beat Susan Collins, he’s a good, decent man who’s struggled and grown and is always trying to do better. I hope everyone with reservations takes a little time to get to know the real-life version of him, not what the algorithm throws in our faces.” I refer you to My Cousin Vinny.

 

On Monday night, Favreau was singing a dramatically different tune. “Platner needs to drop out ASAP — these are awful, credible allegations. Said on the pod after the (also credible) June NYT story that his biggest problem going forward would be credibility. It’s now abundantly clear that he just hasn’t been honest about his past and can’t be trusted as a candidate for office.”

 

Why did people trust Platner, Favreau? Because you told them he was a good and decent man!

 

This morning, New York Times columnist Michelle Goldberg concedes she was completely fooled by the hype around Platner:

 

Last October, when stories about Platner’s tattoo and Reddit posts first broke, I went to Maine to write about him. I tried to convey what I saw: a campaign that was electrifying angry Maine voters. But I deeply regret that, impressed by Platner’s political charisma, I wrote that he was “nothing like the edgelord caricature I encountered online.” If anything, he seems to be significantly worse.

 

I do not say this lightly: If Platner fooled you, maybe you should find something to do with your life besides writing columns about politics. Because the U.S. political landscape is full of creeps, cretins, con artists, crooks, and cads of every kind, and it always will be. If the media has any useful role to play in our system, it is to look beyond the spin and the campaign-crafted image and to tell the world who these candidates really are, warts and all, so the electorate can make an informed choice.

 

F. A. Hayek figured this out decades ago, and Lord Acton long before him. Power does not just attract “good” people. Lots of bad people want to be elected to high office, because they want all the things that come with power.

 

To believe Platner, you have to believe that he accidentally got a Nazi tattoo, and didn’t notice for 18 years, and his political director made up a story about him warning her of a controversial tattoo, and no one he sexted on Kik was underage, and his exes are making up the worst possible accusations about him. You must believe that Platner, who’s already been caught in several lies about his past, is telling the truth, and that a whole bunch of people who knew him well for many years are telling vicious lies about him, at great risk to their reputations.

 

Under Maine’s ballot vacancy laws, Platner has until July 13 to drop out. The state party would then have until July 27 — a further two weeks — to select a new candidate.

 

But don’t let the stain of selecting Platner wash off the 72 percent of Maine Democrats — almost 120,000 people — who voted for this guy in the primary.

Don’t Sell F-35s to Turkey

National Review Online

Wednesday, July 08, 2026

 

Despite all the challenges that NATO faces from outside the alliance, the controversy that may come to dominate the ongoing Atlantic Alliance summit in Turkey this week has come from within it.

 

“We’re going to be taking the sanctions off,” President Trump said of Recep ErdoÄŸan’s Turkey on Tuesday. “It’s time to do that, okay? We don’t want to sanction friends.”

 

The sanctions Trump referred to are those that were imposed on Turkey under the Countering America’s Adversaries Through Sanctions Act (CAATSA). Trump himself signed that act into law in 2017 and applied it to Ankara in 2020 after Ankara agreed to purchase advanced Russian anti-aircraft batteries. Those sanctions ejected Turkey from a program that rendered it eligible to purchase America’s most advanced fighter aircraft, the F-35.

 

Ankara hasn’t abandoned the behaviors that resulted in its sanctioning in the first place. Nevertheless, Trump seems determined to sell F-35s to Turkey, and those sanctions are in his way. On Tuesday, the president said he intends to “consider” allowing Turkey back into the fold. But to hear his administration officials tell it, Trump has already made up his mind.

 

In advance of this week’s NATO summit, Trump lavished ErdoÄŸan with praise. He’s a “friend” and a “respected leader,” the president insisted, neither of which, we hope, despite some evidence to the contrary, he actually believes. Moreover, according to administration officials, deepening America’s defense ties with Turkey is a geopolitical necessity given its proximity to the Russian menace. Trump “really likes ErdoÄŸan,” onetime U.S. Ambassador to Turkey James Jeffrey told Fox News. But beyond their personal rapport, Trump recognizes that Turkey is “essential to maintaining the U.S. perimeter around Eurasia.”

 

The New York Times is hearing the same thing. “The past few years have led to a new appreciation of what Turkey brings to the alliance,” its reporters contended. Ankara has “broad diplomatic relations” with geopolitical actors, good and bad. It “leveraged” its relationship with Hamas to facilitate a cease-fire in Gaza. It has become a “conduit” through which NATO members communicate with Iranian and Russian officials. And Ankara is building up an intimidating indigenous defense industry that it has deployed via proxies to great effect in places like Syria.

 

All those conditions have convinced the Trump administration to keep ErdoÄŸan’s Turkey close, but there is a limit to the extent to which we can rely on our “closeness” to a country or, more specifically, a leader, who has made it clear for years, in word and in deed, that he is no friend of the West. It’s not just that ErdoÄŸan’s Turkey has developed a working relationship with America’s enemies as well as its allies. It is arguably in violation of its NATO commitments by having provided material support to terrorist organizations like Hamas.

 

Israeli security officials have produced evidence of the Turkish government’s efforts to fund Hamas’s activities as well as to give it the means to improve the accuracy of the rockets it fires on Israeli civilian targets. That support continued even after the October 7 massacre.

 

“In December 2023, as the war in Gaza escalated, Israeli authorities again seized illicit goods from a Turkish ship at the port of Ashdod. Inspectors found weapons and components hidden inside an industrial weaving machine destined for the West Bank,” Foundation for Defense of Democracies Executive Director Jonathan Schanzer wrote last year. In March 2024, he added, Israeli security services broke up a Hamas terror plot planned by Hamas operatives inside Turkey.

 

In addition to its illicit support for Islamist terrorists, Turkey’s warm relationship with America’s near-peer competitors should bar it from accessing America’s most technologically advanced weapons platforms.

 

Turkey’s “partnership with Russia includes security and economic dimensions,” observed Isabelle Terranova, an analyst with the Canadian Macdonald–Laurier Institute. Ankara’s commercial relations with Moscow increased following Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine in 2022, and Turkey has refused to participate in the sanctions regime imposed on the Kremlin in response to its land grab. ErdoÄŸan’s “partnership with China has also grown, particularly through its participation in the Belt and Road Initiative,” Terranova added.

 

All this should be enough to persuade the Trump administration that providing Turkey with F-35s would needlessly jeopardize American security and the lives of its service personnel. Granting Ankara access to that technology “would enable Moscow to potentially gain valuable intelligence helpful for shooting down F-35s flown by Americans or our allies,” Schanzer’s FDD colleagues observed. “If that were to happen, given growing security cooperation among the four Axis of Aggressors adversaries, we should not be surprised if Moscow shares sensitive technological details of the F-35 with Beijing, Tehran, and Pyongyang. That would not only endanger American national security and pilots, but also U.S. partners who fly the aircraft.”

 

In other words, such a transfer would undermine not only U.S. security but also that of our allies. It would diminish the platform’s value. After all, what good is the F-35 if it cannot continue to beat Russian air defenses and Chinese stealth radar, as it has in the skies over Iran and Venezuela?

 

Trump may have some special affinity for his Turkish counterpart, but he should not place his faith in his own character judgment over the observable fact that ErdoÄŸan is, at best, duplicitous and, at worst, hostile to American interests. Ensuring that Turkey does not gravitate further away from the West and into our enemies’ camp is certainly a strategic American interest. But there are other ways to reward a country that is, on its best days, a frenemy than by giving it access to our most sensitive military assets.

A Song of FIRE and ICE

By Kevin D. Williamson

Wednesday, July 08, 2026

 

Can we all agree that Todd Lyons is kind of a sissy?

 

The former acting director of ICE, the immigration enforcement agency that Donald Trump uses as his personal, occasionally homicidal goon squad, received an email nastygram from the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut, David Streever, who is exactly the kind of imposing, Jason Statham-esque tough guy you’d figure the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut is going to be. The email was pretty mild stuff—Shame on you, basically. Compared him to a Nazi, etc. Lyons, who has 22,000 armed agents at his disposal, was so freaked out that he sent ICE agents to Streeter’s house and then tracked him down while he was traveling with his 7-year-old daughter. The agents did their best Gestapo bit, informing the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut that his critical email might have violated the law and trying to get him to sign some baloney paperwork.

 

There is no threat in this email. You can read it here. There was no plausible reason for the armed response of a federal law enforcement agency to criticism of its acting director, who is, evidently, kind of sensitive.

 

We’re not talking here about the lunatic ravings of some genuinely scary and dangerous figure, like maybe the author of Best Bike Rides New Jersey. This is the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut.

 

In my work as a journalist, I am routinely threatened with everything from lawsuits to murder, as have many (perhaps most) people who do work similar to what I do. Some of those threats I worry about more than others. In an earlier part of my life, I did some consulting work for a corporate security firm, and I learned a fair bit about who targets business executives, government officials, and similar figures for kidnapping and terroristic violence. I am far from an expert on the subject, but I am pretty sure that the guy who is going to murder you is not the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut, returning from a trip to Finland with his 7-year-old daughter in tow.

 

You pansies.

 

As it turns out, the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut is not the only one ICE has targeted with its imbecilic intimidation tactics following a bit of good old-fashioned American First Amendment-protected criticism.

 

Paigelynne Gonyea, who reviews skincare products on TikTok, is another terrifying figure, apparently. (Perhaps Milla Jovovich will play her in the movie, or maybe Karen Gillan doing some John Wick-style gun-fu.) Along with the author of Best Bike Rides Connecticut, the lady who reviews skincare products on TikTok does not much approve of how ICE goes about its business—as it turns out, lots of Americans disapprove of reckless police violence leaving a trail of blood in the streets of American cities. ICE sent agents after the lady who reviews skincare products on TikTok, too. They showed up with some baloney paperwork in her case as well, and they told her to take down social media posts critical of Jonathan Ross, the feckless ICE thug who gunned down Renee Good. You’ll remember Renee Good of Minneapolis as the kind of terrifying brute that only a 37-year-old lesbian poet in a Honda Pilot can be. (Ronda Rousey will play her in the movie, surely.) And there are several other cases.

 

Our friends over at the Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression (FIRE), the free speech outfit our colleague David French used to run, have taken up the issue, filing a lawsuit in the case of the bike-rides guy. FIRE and ICE—I like the symmetry.

 

“Americans have a clear right to criticize government officials,” FIRE lawyer J.T. Morris told the Washington Post. “When federal agents come to your door and ask you to stop engaging in political speech,” Morris said, it “is an act of intimidation that the Constitution doesn’t tolerate.”

 

As the great political philosopher Ice-T once put it, the U.S. government cherishes “freedom of speech … just watch what you say.”

 

While I do worry daily about the national debt, I hope that FIRE succeeds in suing the tactical pants off of those sad-sack mall-ninjas over at ICE and then continues to sue their asses some more. I hope they run through a whole box of toner cartridges printing out their lawsuits. A self-respecting republic would put these bullies and incompetents  in jail—or at least in stocks. In the United States, we just sue our already strapped government.

 

(It doesn’t cost much to pillory somebody—just sayin’.)

 

But beyond the largely symbolic issue of monetary damages that are paid for by the same taxpayers who are being poorly served by ICE, what these pathetic federal specimens most deserve is Americans’ contempt—for abusing the power of their offices, for trampling on the First Amendment, and, most of all, for being such a bunch of whimpering ninnies. For Pete’s sake: If you’re going to swan around with your guns and your boots and your balaclava and your tactical underpants and whatnot: Cowboy up, Bubba.

 

Or if that’s too much, maybe just glow up. Because I know where you can get some good advice about skincare products and invigorating bicycle rides around the Nutmeg State.

Does the WNBA Not Like Caitlin Clark?

By Rich Lowry

Tuesday, July 07, 2026

 

What sports league, handed a generational talent who has played brilliantly and delivered massive commercial dividends, would make this very same player seem unwelcome and an object of scorn?

 

The WNBA.

 

Caitlin Clark arrived in the league three seasons ago already a superstar considered one of the greatest college players in the history of the sport, and instantly boosted the league — otherwise a commercially marginal outfit — to another level.

 

For her troubles, the Indiana Fever star has been treated like a virus that the league’s antibodies seek to reject.

 

The latest controversy erupted after a player with the Phoenix Mercury named Alyssa Thomas pressed her fist to Clark’s neck when the Fever guard was prone on the court. The officials missed the foul in real time, but the league later deemed it a flagrant foul and suspended Thomas for a game.

 

The episode was shocking given Clark’s importance to the game, a little like Tom Brady getting clotheslined or Shohei Ohtani getting hit by a pitch, and the refs or umps not noticing.

 

Still, ABC  News ran a sympathetic segment about Thomas, who is black, getting death threats after the incident, and sports influencer Emmanuel Acho said that the incident showed that Clark is more trouble than she’s worth.

 

This is a little like saying in the 1940s or 1950s that Major League Baseball didn’t need Ted Williams. Now, of course, Clark hasn’t proved herself one of the greatest offensive forces in her league’s history, the way Teddy Ballgame did. She has a chance, though, if she stays healthy — all the more reason for the WNBA to keep her from getting singled out for hard fouls on the court.

 

Players envious of Clark should realize that the only reason a segment of fans care about the league is that she is playing in it.

 

A player who is very good, and also famous and charismatic, is a priceless commodity for any league, and the entire WNBA should be grateful for what it has in Clark.

 

They used to say of the New York Yankees that Yankees are born, not made. In a similar vein, the WNBA could have had a limitless marketing budget and would have been unable to manufacture the Caitlin Clark phenomenon — it is organic and not replicable.

 

Clark fills arenas at home and away, where teams sometimes temporarily move to larger NBA arenas to accommodate the crowds. She drives huge spikes in TV ratings. Her jersey is the league’s bestseller. By one estimate, she accounts for more than a quarter of the league’s revenue. In terms of sheer economic value, Caitlin Clark is the Elon Musk of the WNBA.

 

The root of her appeal is that she’s truly extraordinary on the court, a top scorer and an exceptional playmaker. This year, she’s been averaging roughly 21 points and eight assists per game. She holds the record for most assists in a game and for most assists in a season, and reached 500 career assists at the fastest pace in WNBA history.

 

Her total offensive production per game — points plus assists — is the best in the league this year.

 

She should be just getting started. But her WNBA tenure has been marked by controversies with an identity-politics edge, since it’s not hard to imagine that the predominantly black league with a disproportionate number of openly lesbian players looks askance at the white, straight player who gets outsized attention.

 

Clark’s teammate Sophie Cunningham said after the latest incident that Clark is clearly being targeted. The league should make it clear that — as a sport and entertainment business — it wants no part of such an agenda and it highly values its most valuable player.

 

Clark’s agent has said, correctly, that there’s no way that the WNBA can pay Clark what she’s worth. What the league can do is provide an environment for her to reach her full potential; it’s the very least it can do for Clark, the sport, and their fans.