Earlier this week, Paul LePage, the Governor of Maine and villain in a low-budget mob movie, revealed that he keeps a “three-ring binder” full of photographs of drug dealers that sell “their poison” in Maine. According to LePage, the photographs are mostly of “black and Hispanic people from Waterbury, Connecticut, the Bronx, and Brooklyn.”

Here’s LePage sharing his strange fetish of leafing through an imaginary binder filled with imaginary pictures of imaginary people with the people of Maine:


You would think that after starting the week with such panache, LePage would have laid low for the remainder—enjoyed the scenery of Maine or spent a few relaxing evenings in bed leafing through his beloved binder. But no. Paul LePage will not go gently; his fantasies will not be denied.

It’s clear that LePage still believes that fictional characters from a racist 1950s comic book still haunt his state. In January, the governor said that “black drug dealers” named” D-Money, Smoothie, and Shifty” had descended on the state to sell heroin and “impregnate a young white girl.”


And LePage will not endure being called a racist or having his fantasy world ruptured. In a 30-second voicemail left for Maine Rep. Drew Gattine this week, LePage called Gattine, a vocal critical of LePage’s racially-charged drug policies, a “cocksucker.”

“Mr. Gattine, this is Gov. Paul Richard LePage,” the voicemail began. “I would like to talk to you about your comments about my being a racist, you cocksucker,” LePage continued. LePage then suggested that Gattine “record this and make it public because I am after you.”


It’s been a week for LePage—a fantastical, paranoid, racist week.