Demonstration Report | Livingston Pride Coalition Protest
Livingston is sick with Pride, but people are beginning to notice. In order to understand the insidious threat our fellow Montanans are facing and how we campaigned for a second time in that Montanan town, we have to begin with a little history about the Livingston Pride Coalition and how we got here.
History
The Livingston Pride Coalition was founded in 2019 by Spencer Puckett, Caleb Pratt, Kay Potter, and two others with the stared goal of “creating physical space” for the Pride lifestyle. Their early hopes were that their displays would lure children into that lifestyle, a goal which they have pursued ever more boldly over the years.
Early on they put on lascivious, private burlesque shows in the otherwise decent town of Livingston. Their stage names throughout the years and the lewd-clown aesthetic reflect the obviously grossly sexual nature of drag. The following people are among the ones chiding you about decorum and morality while demanding access to your children:
These sorts burrowed further and further into the fabric of Livingston over the years in the typical, take-an-inch-and-gaslight-it fashion. In 2022 the Coalition built a float of a bear in BDSM gear mounting a Mexican-looking lumberjack-tourist presenting himself on all-fours, both holding the shaft of a pride flag. When decent people retched at the sight of implied paper mache sodomy, the Pride Pushers said they were just expressing “love” and that crazy bigots were just “imagining things”.
Apparently “love” is implied homosexual bestiality. I could have sworn it meant something different a few years ago… Oh well, I guess that’s just my “bigot imagination” playing tricks on me.
In May of 2023, the Livingston Pride Coalition targeted children in a drag story hour hosted by Wheatgrass Books. Lisa Snow, proprietor, welcomed the trannies and troons openly as so many of these kinds of bookshops do. A mind so buried in pages instead of reality is ripe as a rotten apple for mental worms to infest. Snow’s shop is just one of many nodes hoisting up the gay agenda.
When WLM Montana learned of this disgusting display, we sent out the call for protest. Gathering together fellow Nationalist groups and even outreaching to the public, we launched a protest that garnered widespread news and a photo of our coalition event later made it into a Rolling Stone smear article against WLM.
The seething was palpable. Not only did the sneaky City Manager Grant Gager try to ban free speech in Livingston without success, but our pro-social coalition went on that day to conduct a SECOND protest in nearby Bozeman marching through the heart of Pride festivities.
Our numbers were strong, our march well-ordered, and our from-the-heart speeches cut to the meat of the matter. Pride is a plague for its celebrants and the societies that host them. Though outnumbering and surrounding us so often, our opposition dared not attack driven and capable men such as ourselves. Aside from a few stringy-armed attempts to bar our path and one drug-addled man lunging on our shields, the entire event went off without a hitch. It was a success that inspired the entire region to activism for the rest of 2023, a fact that our coping enemies noticed and feared.
To this day we still chuckle about the “Spicy on Top” interview.
Unfortunately, most of the decent people of Livingston didn’t pick up the baton. Despite so many in that town disliking the homosexual coercion going on, few stood up against it publicly for fear of being called a bigot or a Nazi. They begged the degenerates to just please leave their sweet town alone. As a result, the Livingston Pride Coalition began to exploit the strained hospitality of their hosts even more.
If you want any group to become embarrassing and intolerable, just invite the rainbow coalition into it. Even if they start as just a small sideshow, they will bully their way into it and push out anyone who cucks to them within a few years. Livingston was right on track for more bullying and cucking.
In September 2023, the Livingston Pride Coalition blocked off all of downtown for a “gay wedding” between Puckett (Jean Jackit) and Pratt (Lebia Majora) later in 2023, officiated by a bare-assed Ivita Nelottovaz in lewd Pope-cosplay. They compelled all the shops and townsfolk along their Main Street to close and make way for yet another compulsory display of gay.
Baylor Carter, musician who played for these degenerates, described the atmosphere as, “akin to what people describe in visiting New York”.
Whoa Baylor, cool it with the anti-semitic remarks!
Shortly after, they announced their town-wide Livingston Pride debauchery, the centerpiece being an “all-ages drag show” to be held on April 20th, 2024.
Between plenty of other disgusting displays across town, they hoped to shove their repulsive lifestyle down the throats of as many Montanans as possible. In Platt’s own words, “The more they jeer, the more I queer” – but of course there is never any opposition when you ask him what the reception to his queering was. That’s just your “imagination”, you see.
But this is where our current story begins...
Pride before the Fall
White Lives Montana became aware of this filth months in advance, and took great interest in the matter. Placing themselves so far outside their normal gaggle of gayness in June was undoubtedly self-interested and possibly even some strange form of vengeance for last year’s Nationalist opposition to their freakish displays.
Discussions were held. Designs were drafted. And soon enough, messaging was deployed. Various actors, inspired by our labors during the winter, took it upon themselves to distribute the sentiment that Pride Poisons People across the fair city of Livingston.
First came the stickers and posters. Anonymous sticker artists decorated the town with original messaging. Well over a thousand stickers across miles of territory warning about the gay lifestyle sprang up overnight. These efforts joined nicely with those supporting the Big Sky Active Club, who had put up posters urging for maintaining our demographic character and getting active.
This hit the local news as the case of the “sticker slappers”, and the heavily-censored news coverage could barely even describe what the stickers were beyond “offensive”. Thankfully some resourceful individuals were able to piece together the mystery of the sticker-slappers: They were factoids about Pride and the gay lifestyle, complete with globohomo artworks straight from the /GAG/ threads of 4chan’s yester-year.
Of course these freely-cited facts were denounced as “obviously fake”, but not one news station dared trust their audiences to do their own study of the matter by showing them what the stickers claimed. We don’t fear our audience though. Feel free to check the citations out for yourselves.
But the biggest views came from a haughty tweet from governor-hopeful Ryan Busse where he called the phrase Keep Montana White “evil shit”.
The post at its height had over 200k views and heading towards an absolute ratio of comments before his handlers shut down the tweet in less than a day. What a long stand against “evil shit” the gubernatorial hopeful took! But at least Mr. Green summed up the tenor of the lost thread:
Then came our fliers. Flying freely out of our vehicles, we played paper-boy with public service announcements for the masses. Packets of information not only about the Pride lifestyle in general but Livingston’s own blighted event reached hundreds of porches and doors. Many dozens of hours went into the research, design, printing, and preparing of over 1,800 initial flyers for that run. In a town of only 8,000 residents, we reached a quarter of the entire population with the Perils of Pride – in a single night.
Oh, but the local newspaper must have been slapped even despite their censorious job on the stickers just a few weeks before. Only a single article appeared, barely even a blurb, mentioning that flyers had now appeared about the drag show and that police were being bullied again into investigating the non-crime. All the better for us that their poor propaganda wasn’t interrupting our efforts anymore.
Instead it was the drag queens themselves who frothed with a rage as impotent as their own hormone-addled bodies that their game was getting spoiled.
This foppish essay is a case-study in pearl-clutching whinging. The only terror to speak of in this interaction was their horrifying abuse of a thesaurus. But it served to reinforce the first stage of our inevitable victory against these Pride Pushers – they retreated behind the government’s skirt. Our efforts were striking quite the nerve.
Shortly after becoming aware of WLM’s assumed intentions to not endure their degeneracy unopposed, Caleb Pratt – organizing the Pride event under his crude stage name Lebia Majora – retreated into the confines of the Livingston fairgrounds. Kris King, Explore Livingston Coalition director and Livingston Pride Coalition collaborator, claimed this retreat was out of the event being “so popular”. The controlled city council naturally proclaimed their allegiance to the gay way.
Well, the people had heard about it now, from all over the county. And they were not happy to see their fairgrounds now used as an aegis for child grooming and adult degeneracy.
On April 16th, the Park County Commission meeting was flooded with Livingston townsfolk. The majority spoke up against the filth that is Pride. The meeting was so well-attended it became standing-room only and the excess poured out into the hallway. Naturally the rainbow coalition rallied its simps and pushers in response.
Heartfelt speeches from people decrying the decay of their community were met with claps and cheers – until the commission banned cheering to preserve the feelings of the opposition. And that opposition was composed of the most limp-wristed of excuses for the debauchery and gas-lighting you’ve all heard ad nauseam.
After an hour and a half of comments, the councilors meekly requested to give them reprieve from this unplanned bout of public outcry and excused themselves for a recess. Despite being begged by the people to save their fairgrounds from the spoilage of Pride, the commission took no action regarding it.
Our outreach campaign was working. The people were becoming aware of the blight in their town, and the degeneration the Livingston Pride Coalition was causing.
While none openly admitted having been spurred to action due to those flyers and stickers, we received reports of hushed discussions in churches and around dinner tables over the ideas contained in our fliers. We have no doubt our messaging played a vital role in those discussions – and the turnout to come.
The Demonstration
Finally, the preparations were set. Livingston had become exquisitely aware of the degenerates within their midst, and we were about to see who among them had the courage to take action beyond the keyboard and podium.
WLM Montana readied itself. Our activists traveled from all over the state to support our event. Having been a focal point all throughout the winter for our chapter developments, expectations and excitement reached a hearty pitch.
But enthusiasm alone is not enough to overcome the grim obstacles that reality throws in one’s way. We suffered through a series challenges that our men and women met with great bravery and determination.
April snows, courtesy of Montana’s fickle weather, harried our accommodations. Several members of our camp became ill from a colorful variety of ailments that took them out of the direct fight. Our original travel plans were involuntarily scuttled en route, and emergency backups had to be scrambled to get our men to the action.
Montana April, ladies and gentlemen
But we persevered. Though down to a fraction of our original number, overladen with equipment, and battling illness, our remaining squad pressed forward carrying the tools and banners of those who fell behind. We arrived at the fairgrounds in good order after a fair march from our drop-off point. There we found that we were not the first ones there.
Locals, irate not at our presence but at the Pride event, were already picketing on the corner in front of the main entrance to the fairgrounds. They had built their own messages and placards, religious in the tone and sharper than last year’s, and they had clearly prepared well in advance like ourselves for this event. While most of them were none too talkative with their masked countrymen and contrary to the later MSM spin trying to omit the Nationalist presence, some were incredibly friendly and circulated regularly throughout the whole demonstration.
At last we settled on a point along the overflow parking’s sidewalk. We unfurled our newest banner, a beautiful first-time creation that far exceeded expectations. WLM Montana could finally enjoy a banner with clean lines and well-composed lettering like the Big Sky Active Club’s. Expertly sewed to contain its handholds and tidy to pack up, we proudly brought that banner into the field for the first time.
Banner-making technique courtesy of WLM Minnesota. Check them out!
To protect ourselves from any physical aggression, we also set about developing affordable, durable shields. Just two of these shields were more than enough to hold back any threat we saw that day. Emblazoned with WLM, arrayed with multiple handle options, and composed of enough layers to stop even the most aggressively-thrown egg or limp-wristed fist, these hefty shields are absolute bulwarks against untoward advances.
And then, we moved to deploy our latest and greatest innovation to date. A custom-built sound system composed of three wireless units, able to convey audio for miles around, crackled to life for the first time in public:
You thought megaphones were loud? Oh sweet summer child...
Up until this point, the modern Nationalist protest has been confined by the limitations of the human voice and the necessity for mobility. Hearty bellows are great, but they have often been countered by smug hecklers garbling into megaphones. Stage-standard sound systems are untenable for flash protests. Megaphones sacrifice quality and tone for a unidirectional increase in volume.
But our chapter’s sound array solves these problems. Each has enough battery power to play our recorded music, live speeches, and soundboards at stadium-level volumes, without pause, for hours. The packs can be brought together towards a single point to define a limited stage, or dispersed across a sizable distance to cover an entire demonstration. They can even be carried while in operation, allowing for live marches to have a musical or speech accompaniment that will carry for blocks.
The first test of the power of our array came soon after its setup. An obnoxious leftist woman plopped her entitled rump down beside our display, smugly putting her megaphone and tiny speaker at the ready. She sneered that “Jesus loved everyone” with all the disdain of a fedora-tipping Redditor, expecting her snide commentary would interrupt anything we had to say.
Her smirk dissolved in mid-sentence as our speaker’s voice blasted all around her. Her megaphone blubbering, despite being pointed right at us, disappeared like a squeaky toy beneath the crisp foghorn blast of Nationalist rhetoric that carried for over a mile. Perhaps to save her from further embarrassment, the police came over and escorted her to the opposite side of the road where her feeble attempts to interrupt were hammered down by our system’s domination of the airwaves.
Our sound array been blasting facts and rhetoric for only a few minutes before the cavalry arrived. We knew that the Livingston Pride Coalition had openly boasted about busing in people, and we already saw three buses in the overflow parking lot behind us. Then we saw two large vans pull up on the sidewalk opposite our protest. Within seconds the contents of both vehicles poured out onto the street and marched straight towards us.
Patriot Front arrived with their characteristic crisp, well-trained orderliness. Our little band of brave souls received their retinue happily as they stretched to cover the entire protesting corner. We shared the mic with them to give their chants an extra boost – a boost that rattled the tin siding of the fairground buildings that hid the Pride debaucherers from public scrutiny. Soon after Big Sky AC, Wyoming AC and Great Plains AC arrived to join the ensemble. And we got to play a Nationalist favorite and had everyone singing along to the chorus:
At this point the police allowed the townsfolk to take the corner previously reserved for the aggregation of opposition. They no longer needed to reserve it, since it became clear that none of them would come out of hiding to face us. Aside from a pair of presumable reporters who naturally stood beside the lone, frazzled lefty shaking her useless megaphone in frustration behind the police line, no one else dared to stand openly in defense of their degeneracy against speeches like this:
And this:
Many vehicles passed by. Many of them just gawked, catching snippets of our music and catching sight of our banners. Others threw up a shaky middle finger before quickly lowering their gaze. But many gave a silent nod, a quick thumbs-up, or a secret smile. Some of us imagined we even saw some of the police fighting back a chuckle at some of our jokes.
“Finally”, some probably said in hushed tones, “Someone is doing something about this!”
The camaraderie and good-feelings extended all-around. A presumable resident thanked us for standing up against the grooming of children in his community and joined in on rebuking the Pride travesty with his own megaphone. Another man, a traveler, gladly received our flyers and materials after seeing people standing up against Pride so boldly. Another quietly thanked us on behalf of those of his faith who did not yet fully understand the nature of our plight as a race. Reinforcements came in from Big Sky, Wyoming, and Great Plains Active Clubs to extend our line. All the nods and words of appreciation from the members of Patriot Front we matched in kind.
Naturally there were differences of opinion, and the townsfolk eventually took to their own spaces to stand against the degeneracy infecting Livingston. Some still haven’t learned to not fear the labels their enemies corral them with. Those townsfolk are not Nationalists yet, but we believe that soon they will recognize the necessity of our advocacy and the value of our people as a people. No one will love your race as deeply and knowingly than your own, and that is why we have an obligation to advocate as we do. No one else can stand for our people than those of our people.
Barely a handful of hecklers in the whole of the three hours dared approach in any capacity. For once their tired quips about, “Take off your mask,” and, “Show your face,” were replaced with desperate cries of, “Turn it down!!” and pitiful off-key attempts at singing less-interesting songs. None reached our well-prepared lines though, as the police intercepted and rerouted them all.
At last, the all-ages drag show ended. Having been able to hear the sounds of the performance from the nearest fairgrounds building, we realized that our sound array and all those speeches and chants had been blasting through its thin walls the entire time. The feeble, forced cheer within was again drowned out by compositions from Byron de Vandal and American classics. How much that relieved their audience of the awful lip-syncing going on within, we can only speculate.
And now, at the end of the event, the attendees had to come back out. With the road then flanked on both sides by townsfolk, Patriot Front, WLM, and Active Clubs, our overall protest had formed a sort of Gauntlet of Shame that virtually all the attendees had to pass through.
That Gauntlet formed a great final capstone to an event that was surprisingly docile and acquiescing. We had anticipated at least some kind of pushback, some kind of Antifa agitation, for all the panic and grandstanding and lowkey threats of legal punishment delivered beforehand.
Some minor twitter-troons and saboteurs sounded the alarm days before the event. I’m sure they relished their inflated views and low-ratio updoots. But neither they nor any of their screen-lickers dared to appear. Maybe they were driven away by the megaphone-girl’s off-key crooning and NPC-tier repetition. But more likely it shows that no one cares what these internet people have to say – even their own cowardly followers.
But in the end, the only people to join the side of the megaphone-girl seemed to be reporters getting shots of the real action. And despite the city manager Grant Gager trying to suspend the 1st Amendment at last year’s protest and this year consulting with anti-terrorism agents, the Livingston police were professional, courteous, and treated all who were there to voice their beliefs fairly.
The Nationalist core to the demonstration packed up and left soon after the all-ages drag show wrapped up. It was up to the locals to carry on the fight for the spirit of their town. Patriot Front kindly gave our group a ride closer to our own exit point and bottles of water after over three hours of dominating the entire event together. After many handshakes and thanks with both Patriot Front and the friendly locals we met, we departed without incident and rode off, quite literally, into the sunset.
Conclusion
Despite the unexpected obstacles in our way, we had overcome and made a worthwhile experience for all who attended. All across the country on this same April 20th day, many more groups just like our own put on their own demonstrations on behalf of the heroes of our race. In sharp contrast to the sacred day for pot-smokers, our men and women sacrifice their personal comfort and even safety in the pursuit of informing their countrymen and bettering their communities.
We at WLM Montana wish to honor those brave souls with our own actions, great and small, given towards this great cause. Some of us may stumble and fall, but more are joining our ranks every day. The country is shifting so rapidly that even the politicians scramble to keep up. We are setting the pace for the restoration of our race. Don’t slow down.
We would like to thank our fellow Nationalists at Patriot Front, Great Plains Active Club, Wyoming Active Club, and Big Sky Active Club for standing with us against the degeneracy that is the Livingston Pride Coalition. We congratulate too those brave townsfolk who, despite their reservations about our strange appearances, still stood up for their community’s future beside us. Finally, we thank all of you for reading our report. We hope you enjoyed, and we will work to fill this year with more and even greater triumphs to come.
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Great work. I would have been there, standing with you fine folks had I known about this. I unplugged from social media a few months ago and quite removed from everything.
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