By Luther Ray Abel
Tuesday, June 09, 2026
An (allegedly) bloodthirsty,
woman-abusing alcoholic leatherneck with an SS tattoo and a penchant for
adultery, which includes trawling where high school girls seek dates, is on the
ballot in Maine, and the Democrats can’t get enough of him.
While these allegations might matter to the
well-adjusted, progressives don’t care about his personal failings because the
prospect of Susan Collins’s ouster and
furtherance of far-left power is too intoxicating, and the mainline Dems are
besotted with a man who fulfills their sexual and savior fantasies: a bad, bad
man who just saw the light and is now a reformed crusader for *checks
notes* abortion.
Platner’s story is Keri
Lake romantasy bilge given form — ten thousand sentient Reichsland oysters
in USMC dress blues with a mustache slapped on. It’s grotesque, and says a lot
about what the left thinks of Marines.
As a sailor, I concede to the left that Marines are
dull-witted and aggressive. A baboon with fourth-quintile intelligence could
become a squad leader within the week. However, as a taxi driver for the Marine
Corps (U.S. Navy sailor), I know the average Marine to be a far better man than
Platner.
Which is not to say Platner-like Marines aren’t out
there. Every unit has a poseur, loser E-4 who talks a big game. Maybe he comes
from money, maybe he’s too eager for combat, or maybe he’s a deviant to whom
the female officers give a wide berth. Sometimes a guy is all three . . .
Graham Platner’s continued candidacy is a reminder that
the left cares not the least bit about personal conduct. This is about the
accumulation of power.
Platner has credentials they can sell to their
progressive donors and low-info base. Dressed in patriotic blue-collar drag,
Platner and his handlers just need to keep those Carhartt pants on him long
enough to knock off one of the most effective senators in recent history.
“Semper FU, America.”
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