Outspoken Maine governor Paul LePage is considering resigning from his governorship. Pressure is mounting on him to step down after he left a hilarious and expletive-filled voicemail for a Democratic state lawmaker. Believing the lawmaker, state rep Drew Gattine, called him a racist, LePage let the backbencher have it: “I want you to prove that I’m a racist. I’ve spent my life helping black people and you little son-of-a-bitch, socialist cocks*cker.”

How beautiful, and almost poetic.

This isn’t the first time LePage has deployed his colorful vocabulary. Back in January, the governor caught heat for accusing “guys with the name D-Money, Smoothie,” and “Shifty” of peddling heroin in his state. He once told residents the state legislature was “corrupt,” and refused to sign their budget by line-item vetoing over 200 hunks of pork, nearly causing a government shutdown. He spit in the face of the race-hustlers in the NAACP by refusing to attend a Martin Luther King, Jr., Day breakfast and telling them to “kiss my butt.” He even called out Democrat State Senate Majority Leader Troy Jackson for having a “black heart” and always trying “to give it to the people without providing Vaseline.”

The latest contretemps stems from a slew of hate-facts the good governor thought fit to share with voters. At a town hall in New Berwick, LePage was asked the following by a former Maine resident: “Given the rhetoric you put out there about people of color in Maine, calling them drug dealers et cetera, how can I bring a company here given the toxic environment you create?”

What came next was a masterful, if not daft, bit of candor. LePage loaded up and fired back with a clip full of thoughtcrime: “I will tell you that 90-plus percent of those pictures in my book, and it’s a three-ringed binder, are black and Hispanic people from Waterbury, Conn., the Bronx and Brooklyn.” After beseeching reporters to look more into the race most responsible for killing his constituents, he announced, “You make me so sick,” and walked out.

It didn’t end there. Two days later (and a day after his bawdy voicemail), LePage defended his comments while taking a hardline stance against the smack invasion of his state. At a statehouse press conference he declared, “Look, the bad guy is the bad guy, I don’t care what color he is... when you go to war, if you know the enemy and the enemy dresses in red and you dress in blue, then you shoot at red.”

When all was said and done, the liberal press seethed with rage. Horror novelist and Mainer Stephen King called LePage “a bigot, a homophobe, and a racist.” Democrat state lawmakers demanded the governor resign.

At this point, I could say that LePage’s comments were ill-tempered, or that he was equally critical of white girls for hanging around black drug dealers, or that the law should not take race into account. But what would be the point? Republicans are forever trying to prove they aren’t racists. The Left never believes it.

It’s far better to stick with the truth. Brown-nosing dedicated ideologues is a Sisyphean task with no reward.

And what is the truth, exactly? Are NYC droogs invading Maine and ruining its verdant ambience with baggies of black tar?

The latest FBI data from 2014 shows that around 14% of drug-related arrests in Maine were of blacks. Crime has picked up nationwide since then. Still, it could be the case that LePage is exaggerating the details.

But consider: statistics from the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration show that blacks use drugs at a higher rate than whites. They are also arrested for drug possession and dealing more often. Now, we could debate the cause of the high arrest record until the sun burns out (and probably get nowhere in the process), but LePage’s logic is solid: if blacks (and Hispanics) are arrested more for drug crime, then it makes sense he’s seeing more swarthy faces in his mugshot photo album.

There’s nothing racist about facts. But LePage finds the need to defend himself against the linguistic bugaboo anyway. He’s so threatened by the label that he’s considering voluntarily relinquishing his position. “I’m looking at all options,” he told a Bangor radio host. “If I’ve lost my ability to help Maine people, maybe it’s time to move on.”

Leaving his governorship at this point isn’t just a dumb move -- it’s a career-ender. Liberals collect scalps to provide an example to others. If you don’t kowtow to their intense form of politicking, they launch brutal p.r. campaigns to shut you down. By the time you surrender, you’ve become persona non grata. Kaput. Finito.

It would be a shame to lose the man Politico called “America’s Craziest Governor.” Without Gov. LePage, who will joke about blowing up the media with a F-35? Who would campaign for office by wishing he could personally tell Obama to “go to hell?” Who will stick it to pecksniffian political elites who deride plain, middle class Americans?

In a year when Donald Trump did major damage to the GOP’s slavish embrace of multiculturalism, now is not the time to say sorry. If the people of Maine despise Gov. LePage’s choice of words, they can vote him out at the ballot box. Resigning is a coward’s way to go. It only lends credence to the Left’s ethnomasochism.

Prithee, Governor LePage, don’t abandon your post now. Maine needs you. Donald Trump needs you. We need you.

Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you, and hopes you’ll keep rocking the politically-correct boat, perhaps one day sinking it once and for all.