Allan Mansoor is Costa Mesa's David Duke, their Jorg Haider. He's a smooth, well-groomed, and unctuously multisyllabic racist. He presents his anti-Mexican program as a combination of respect for law and preservation of the city's prosperity.

Behind every smiling frontman like Mansoor, though, there's an oaf with a club. In this case it's Martin H. Millard, a Neo-Nazi white supremacist of the familiar type: paranoid, ignorant, obsessed with racial purity, and self-published. He's a nut, and a dangerous one.

And behind Millard is an even scarier group: violent white supremacist gangs, who mix racial violence in with their drug deals and auto theft. Guys like the one who beat up a black guy in a wheelchair outside a Circle K last month for no particular reason.

Millard and Allan are good buddies, and the same goes for Minuteman Jim Gilchrist. Mansoor turns a blind eye to Millard's race-mix paranoia and Gilchrist's illegal vigilantes, and they all pretend to be law-abiding citizens and deplore street crime, which is of course an "immigrant" problem.

Costa Mesans, do not be fooled. Mansoor's buddies aren't just making you cringe with their crackpot racist screeds. They're also hotwiring your car, selling speed to your kid, and doing drive-by shootings. Costa Mesa is a practical capitalist town for small businessmen. Whatever else you guys need from your city government, you need the rule of law, not a lawless ideology.

Dump your mayor. He's no friend to anyone but pathetic Nazi losers and their thug crew.