The “how dare we say Merry Christmas” energy of 2026 has a name, and it’s Francesca Hong. The seethingly socialist Wisconsin gubernatorial candidate considers Christmas trees oppressive, Thanksgiving cancelable, Valentine’s Day a capitalist con, and fireworks an imposition on her personal peace.
Give it time. She’ll be tweeting that puppies deserve a kickin’ next.
There is no anti-American sentiment too small for Hong to find and nurse into a grievance. She seems to be competing for a title: most aggrieved, most neurotic, most perpetually wounded candidate in the room. The competition among her communist comrades is fierce, but this week, she takes the cake.
The wannabe governor of Wisconsin has spent a decade building a paper trail of anti-American, anti-patriotic, anti-joy statements, and Thanksgiving is where it started. In 2020, Hong tweeted: “Cancel Thanksgiving. Should have done this in 1621. If it takes a worldwide pandemic for us to realize we should stop celebrating colonialism and the original superspreader event that killed Indegenous folx and women, so be it.” Do women not lump into the Indegenous folx category? Have we been removed from IF-only spaces? Maybe the Native Americans had a version of Title IX even back then.
Regardless, she’s wrong on the merits. The 1621 feast was a peaceful three-day alliance meal with the Wampanoag who had saved the starving Pilgrims, and epidemics had already emptied the region years earlier from prior European contact, not from shared turkey and gratitude. But if she wants to dine in silence at her local Korean restaurant on November 24th, fine by me; more turkey for the rest of us.
Christmas isn’t safe from Hong’s holiday chopping block either. She has a documented aversion to snow and Christmas trees, an allergy to the birth of Christ and, apparently, to tidings of good cheer. When an IT worker fixing her computer remotely swapped the background to snow and a Christmas tree, Hong said she felt “slightly attacked.” Probably because snow is white. I hope with the help of therapy, she’s found peace with that trauma.
Valentine’s Day fares no better: to Hong, it’s simply the day “the worst of humanity comes out from folks ‘celebrating’ on another day capitalism tells you how to show love.” Dare I suggest that a woman with this much contempt for a holiday built around romantic gestures might have found a Valentine’s card or two useful before the fireworks in her marriage fizzled out. Don’t invite her to your Fourth of July cookout either; she does “not enjoy fireworks” in the skies – or otherwise.
Speaking of that marriage: Hong has also spoken about her struggles with her own “proximity to whiteness” through her white ex-husband and their biracial son:
My proximity to whiteness continues, right… My son is biracial. He’s half white, half Korean, and I think navigating what his identity is and how people perceive him is always at the back of my mind.
Oh, how loved he must feel. “Sorry, mommy, for being only half Korean. Dad is the worst! I’ll stay with him so you don’t have to be within my snow-white vicinity. I’ll see you at Thanksgiving! I mean, day of Indigenous Folx mourning!”
But at least she’s not a violent person, right? Just a little cuckoo? Oh — she called for the assassination of President Trump? Never mind then.
🚨 UNEARTHED
Wisconsin Democrat Francesca Hong: “In the restaurant industry, when we’re out of something, we say it’s 86’d. And I’d say it’s about fucking time we 86 Trump.” pic.twitter.com/2H1La0Tfvi
— Bobby LaValley (@Bobby_LaVallley) August 4, 2026
Lucky for her, in the Utopian Commie Sconnie she’s promising, there are no police or prisons. So someone can act on her behalf and be let off the hook. How comforting.
She’s running the standard DSA platform: defund the police, prisons, and ICE; eat the rich; abolish borders; Medicare for all; death to AIPAC; trans the kids; Inshallah4Life. Those are the givens. What should actually alarm Wisconsin voters is what lies beneath the platform: a candidate who cannot identify a single American institution, holiday, or tradition worth defending. Increasingly, for candidates like her, that anti-Americanism isn’t a bug. It’s the whole pitch.
Francesca Hong is a second-generation Wisconsinite, the daughter of Korean immigrants who arrived in the United States in the 1980s. Her father is a sociologist. Her mother a teacher. She grew up playing soccer and co-captained her high school varsity team. So when, exactly, did she learn to despise this country? Was it after dropping out of the University of Wisconsin–Madison? Working as a line cook, sous chef, bartender? Was it after Morris Ramen, the restaurant she co-opened with her business-minded, white ex-husband, closed down? Was it when she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after being placed in a psych ward? Who, or what, radicalized her?
Somewhere between the dish pit and the campaign trail, it all went wrong, and gratitude curdled into grievance. What remains is a candidate who has built an entire public identity out of resentment: toward the holidays, toward whiteness, toward the country her own parents crossed an ocean to join.
This is not some personality quirk. It is the oldest socialist tradition of all: the systematic hatred of the very civilization that sustains them. The Bolsheviks banned Christmas and turned churches into museums of atheism. Mao’s Red Guards burned ancestral tablets and forced the Chinese people to renounce their own history. Pol Pot emptied the cities in the name of Year Zero. Every time the ideology that calls gratitude “colonialism,” family “proximity to whiteness,” and national celebration “oppression” has taken power, it has not merely canceled holidays; it has canceled the people who still dared to celebrate them.
Francesca Hong is simply the latest American face of that same ancient impulse. She does not want to improve the country her immigrant parents chose. She wants to dismantle the cultural inheritance that made their success possible. And if Wisconsin hands her the keys, the turkey, the tree, the fireworks, and the very idea of a shared American identity will be the first things to go. Followed, as history has shown time and again, by everything else.
Bye, bye American Pie. Hello Year Zero.
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