Buck Fifty has fast become my favorite site for Denver and Colorado history. Today's installment: The Ku Klux Klan in Colorado. In the 1920s; the Klan boasted nationwide membership in the millions and was not the backwoods, hillbilly joke that it is today. Regis University (my collegiate Alma mater) has a stone wall on the southwestern edge of campus declared a historical landmark (or so I was told) where students of the 1920s and 1930s fought off the Silent Empire on numerous occasions. In my day, said stone wall was used by students to park the pricey SUVs their parents bought them next to or to smoke cigarettes against on a warm autumn day. I was also unaware that the old Denver airport (Stapleton) bore the name of noted klansmen Ben Stapleton.

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Happiness is a useless white supremacist getting smacked around. My favorite thing about this story (aside from the image) is the reporter's photo caption: White Power with a magenta hue. Good times.

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These youngsters could be as cute as newborn babes and as sweet as sticks of cotton candy if they did not write song tributes to Rudolf Hess.

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NC State runs a classy program. All I know is that if that Mexi-Cam business were pulled at Invesco Field At Mile High during a Denver Broncos home game, the stadium would probably be burnt to the ground.

A funny anecdote regarding the kissing cam: A few years ago I was in attendance at the Pepsi Center when the Colorado Avalanche took on the St. Louis Blues. In the second period, Joe Sakic fires a slap-shot that shatters the non-shatterproof glass behind the goalie. This causes a long delay in the game as the Pepsi Center crews work on cleaning the glass off the ice and installing a new panel. The Jumbo Tron begins entertaining the crowd with video clips, hockey highlights and the kissing cam. The segment drags on longer than normal due to the delay, and finally, it casts a parting shot of the St. Louis Blues bench; more specifically Keith Tkachuk and Barret Jackman. The players, engaged in a conversation, look up to see themselves on the Jumbo Tron kissing cam, smile and then lean into each other and kiss. For that brief moment in time, I actually liked Keith Tkachuk.

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Just another day at the races.

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Hate rock, Hammer skins, swastikas and some barbecue. The journalists who wrote this story objectively approached the subject matter and allowed the hate mongers mentioned to shine through as the collective morons they are. Case and point: Richard Butler, the oldest leader of the white power movement. He is dating a former porn star known as the Latin Princess who had sex with women, black men and the most infamous Jew in porn, Ron Jeremy during her cinematic career. It makes me smile to know that the Hedgehog stuck his hairy, sweaty circumsized penis into some Neo-Nazi's woman.

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Aside from convincing Germans of a worldwide Jewish conspiracy, invading neighboring countries and committing genocide, Hitler was just a peaceful man that liked serene walks in his gardens and eating hot meals overlooking the Bavarian Alps. At least that is what this featured article in the November 1938 issue of Homes and Gardens would have us believe.

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According to this interview in the late 70s, Arnold Schwarzenegger liked to participate in gang bangs with black chicks and his dad was a Nazi officer.

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