By Ryan Thompson, Punk Rock Libertarian
You ever lose a friend over a lie?
Well, I did. A guy I fought shoulder-to-shoulder with back in 2010 and 2011—collecting signatures for I-1068 and I-1149 to decriminalize cannabis in Washington—decided that supporting Trump made me a white supremacist sympathizer. Why? Because Trump called for Antifa to be considered a domestic terrorist group and I lumped in Proud Boys in the same converastion. Suddenly, I'm a Nazi apologist because I don't parrot the script. Reference to this CLICK
But here's the thing: facts don’t care about your hashtags.
Meet Nicholas Ochs
Instead of arguing in circles with my ex-comrade, I brought in someone who could speak from firsthand experience: Nicholas Ochs. Founder of the Hawaii Proud Boys chapter. Former congressional candidate. Husband to a beautiful black woman. Father to two amazing mixed-race kids. And an all-around solid dude.
Nich is as far from the white supremacist caricature as one could get. And yet, because he wears a yellow Fred Perry and doesn't kneel before the cathedral of woke orthodoxy, people slap the label on him.
That’s where the nominal fallacy kicks in—the idea that calling something a name explains it. These people hear “Proud Boys” and their brains short-circuit. They stop thinking. They start screaming.
Are the Proud Boys Racist?
I asked Nicholas directly: “Would the Proud Boys tolerate racists, neo-Nazis, or white supremacists in their chapters?”
His answer wasn't a bullet point. It was a picture. A family photo. Him, his wife, his kids. Love on full display.
And if that’s not enough for you, consider this: I've been to Hawaii. I’ve met his chapter. Polynesians. Asians. Latinos. Veterans. Christians. Atheists. Even gay members. This isn’t a whites-only cult. It’s a fraternal order that values Western civilization, self-reliance, and standing your ground. And yes, they fight. Sometimes literally. But not because of race. Because they’re done kneeling to false narratives.
How the Censorship Played Out
After Nicholas chimed in to calmly clear up the Proud Boy myth, things got predictably unhinged. My former ally—who used to be an AR-15 toting cannabis grower and free market radical—began deleting my comments. Not just the ones about Proud Boys. Everything.
When I pointed out the censorship, he doubled down by removing me as a friend.
No debate. No facts. No courage.
This is the modern liberal archetype: hear something uncomfortable, label it evil, and hit the block button.
My Take? Give Me 1 Nick Over 10 Cowards
Here’s the reality check. I’d rather have one Nicholas Ochs as a friend or neighbor than ten of these limp-wristed, censorship-happy, intellectually dishonest liberals. I don't care what side you're on politically—if your instinct is to lie, censor, and run instead of standing in the fire of truth, you're part of the problem.
We used to fight for liberty together. Now, they fight to silence anyone who doesn't chant the same slogans.
This is why Disruptarian exists. To cut through the noise. To amplify truth. And to call out cowardice where it festers.
Final Thought
Nicholas Ochs and the Proud Boys aren’t perfect. No one is. But if you’re going to call someone a racist, you better have receipts. Because the new punk rock isn’t blue hair and safe spaces—it’s mixed-race families, independent thought, and standing your ground against the mob.
And if you can't handle that, maybe you're not as anti-fascist as you think.
Stay loud. Stay free. Stay disruptive.
- Ryan Thompson, Disruptarian.com
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