Same as the Old Boss, Just in a Flannel Shirt

I don't live in Maine. I have no dog in this fight beyond the same civic discomfort that comes from watching a political party I've generally rooted for tie itself into increasingly creative knots. But I've been watching the Graham Platner situation closely, and I need to say something that is going to land badly with some people I respect.

So be it.

The progressive left is selling its soul on the cheap in Maine. And the price they're paying is exactly what they spent years telling us was unacceptable.

Let me lay out what we're working with, because it's important not to let any single piece of this get waved away in isolation. Platner, an oyster farmer and Marine Corps veteran, launched his Senate campaign last summer to challenge Susan Collins. The grassroots energy was real. The anti-establishment insurgency felt authentic. Bernie Sanders endorsed him. The kids loved him. And then the receipts started arriving.

First came the tattoo — a skull-and-crossbones on his chest that bore a striking resemblance to the Totenkopf, the death's-head symbol used by Hitler's SS. He had it covered up in October 2025, two months after announcing his campaign, claiming he had no idea it had Nazi origins when he got it in 2007. His campaign called it a tattoo removal race, not a moral reckoning. Here's what I find impossible to square: at least one acquaintance recalls Platner saying "Oh, this is my Totenkopf" at a bar — in a "cutesy little way" — years into his post-service life. And in 2019, he was posting on Reddit about the Totenkopf in military culture, by name. A man who's never heard the word doesn't type it into social media. The cover-up wasn't a moral awakening. It was an inconvenient tattoo becoming a political liability. Had he never run for office, I'd bet he'd still be pointing at it for laughs over a beer.

Then came the Reddit posts. The campaign — and its defenders — frame these as early-2010s youthful indiscretion. That is simply not true. Platner posted under the handle "P-Hustle" from 2009 to 2021. The most damaging content isn't from his confused twenties. A 2019 post describes a wounded American soldier as "dumb" and says he "didn't deserve to live." Homophobic slurs appear as recently as 2021. This isn't a kid finding his footing. This is a man in his mid-to-late thirties who apparently needed the prospect of a Senate race to consider how his words might land. Republicans are still working through nearly 1,800 posts. They are not done. Neither, I suspect, is the story.

Which brings me to the sexting. His wife, Amy Gertner, discovered sexually explicit messages on his phone early in their marriage and told a senior campaign staffer — former political director Genevieve McDonald — about it before a major Labor Day rally. The campaign conducted internal vetting, decided it was a private matter, and moved on. Then the Wall Street Journal and New York Times ran the story. And here's where it gets revealing: the campaign had already offered McDonald $15,000 to sign a non-disclosure agreement when she resigned. She refused. Campaign manager Morris Katz then sent her threatening messages warning of consequences if the story ran. When it ran anyway, they made her the scapegoat. You don't spend that kind of energy — money, threats, reputation hits — suppressing a story that is already the whole story. There are more shoes. Anybody who has watched how these things work knows that.

Now Bernie Sanders is telling reporters that voters should focus on housing costs rather than "Graham Platner's marriage." This from a man who, in 1972, published an essay in the Vermont Freeman describing women fantasizing about gang rape — content he has since called "a dumb attempt at dark satire" — and who now occupies the moral high ground on a candidate's relationship with women. It takes a particular kind of confidence to do that with a straight face.

I need to be precise about Susan Collins, because precision matters here. She is not the full Trump apparatchik that some of Platner's supporters paint her as. She voted to convict Trump in his second impeachment trial. She has, at various moments, broken ranks. What she does do is issue the sternly-worded statement followed by the confirming vote — pearl-clutching as a performance art, opposition as a brand rather than a practice. She is, in short, frustrating in ways that are real and legitimate. None of that changes what's sitting across the table from her.

And that's the part that gets me. The left spent years — correctly — arguing that character matters. That a politician's private behavior is a window into how they exercise power. That a man who bullies, silences, and covers up when the stakes are personal will bully, silence, and cover up when the stakes are civic. I mean, look at Trump for fuck's sake! Those arguments didn't stop being true because the candidate in question wears a flannel shirt and rails against the gerontocracy.

What I'm watching in Maine is not a principled exception. It's a permission structure. Platner "codes right" — anti-establishment, working class, an outsider who gives the finger to the donor class and the Beltway consultants. And that coding is apparently functioning as a blanket dispensation from standards that would disqualify anyone else. The same people who would fillet a Republican for a fraction of this résumé are currently explaining, with great seriousness, that the important thing is the housing crisis.

They're not wrong that the housing crisis matters. They're wrong that it's a reason to stop asking questions.

The primary is June 9th. The general election is months away. The Republicans haven't started yet. If Democrats are already squinting to see past the red flags at this stage — before the opposition research is fully deployed, before the oppo drops that we know are coming — I'd genuinely like to know what their plan is for October.

I've made this argument and gotten pushback that sounds uncomfortably familiar: fierce, personal, and structured around the idea that loyalty to the cause excuses everything. I've heard that before. I just didn't expect to hear it from this direction.

That's the thing about souls. They don't care who's doing the selling.

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