The tedium of Libertarian U.S. Senate candidate Augustus Invictus

Augustus Invictus

I’d never met Augustus Invictus, the Libertarian U.S. Senate candidate, before a conversation at Mr. Chubby’s Wings deep on the Westside of Jacksonville.

But I’d heard the stories. Narratives about goat sacrifice … about willingness to serve as legal counsel for neo-Nazis … about being banned from Canada … and most recently, about having to schedule speeches, like Tuesday night’s in Jacksonville, at “undisclosed locations” because of the “Antifa” movement.

When asked about the anomaly of wearing a funeral director-style black suit to a wing joint, Invictus quipped that he even wears a suit in the shower.

Then the conversation turned, briefly, to the well-trod path of scandal.

“The former [state Libertarian Party] chair thought he’d bury me” with “blackmail,” Invictus recounted. “He thought it would end me. Instead, it gave me a lot of momentum.”

When asked if a crowd of 15 people, many of them from outlying counties, at a wing place could be construed as “momentum,” Invictus seemed to discount the personal responsibility at the heart of the libertarian creed, saying his crowds were “always late — I never expect people to show up on time.”

He also expressed a preference for picking “loud places” at which to speak, so as “not to draw too much attention,” which seemed to me to contravene the typical aims of a political speech, not to mention his stated desire to “grow the party” and “set up for a 2018 run.”

In conversation, Invictus was mild: the insurance salesman you could rebuff, the fill-in priest who still feels the novelty of the vestments, the guy in sitcoms about schoolkids who always got enlisted to write the cheerleader’s term papers.

He cautioned me not to buy into the “Chatty Cathy” persona, though.

“Fire and brimstone, that’s what I am,” Invictus said, likening himself to a UFC fighter in the octagon.


Spoiler alert: On this night, Dana White was nowhere to be found in the octagon that was Mr. Chubby’s Wings.

If one were to picture the restaurant as the Iberian Peninsula, the three tables reserved for Invictus supporters were Portugal, and the couple of dozen tables with apolitical attendees were Spain. There was no hard point of demarcation, not even a rope or a campaign sign marking Invictus territory. Just three stranded “party tables” surrounded by booths and other tables, where the patrons were much more interested in their repast than in hearing a “fire and brimstone” political speech.

Of course, those who were there for Invictus were interested — even if their positions were antithetical to traditional conceptions of libertarianism. The pre-speech conversation that stood out revolved around prisons.

Regarding criminals, one man declared society needed to “kill them, or put them somewhere … get rid of degenerates in general.”

Emphasizing his point, he said, “leftists go in prison, or we kill them.”

This robust policy discussion, alas, could not continue forever. The candidate stood up, reaching into a file folder and pulling out a typewritten speech, with all the “fire and brimstone” of a 20th-century middle school kid reading a book report.


Nervousness etched Invictus’ face, as his voice remarkably changed. The candidate assumed a quasi-British accent reminiscent of ’80s rapper Dana Dane, yet the presentation style was more like Ignatius Reilly in A Confederacy of Dunces. Or maybe the character Rik Mayall played in The Young Ones.

Very little in the way of specific policy critique was heard. No references to how Sen. Marco Rubio fell short of the Libertarian ideal. No contrasts between Invictus and the myriad other candidates in the race for the Senate.

Nothing real world. Not unless you think “let us consider the means of treason” to be relevant to the 2016 policy debate.

Two ladies, at a table just outside the party table triad, broke out in peals of laughter, with one telling her companion the speech was “pathetic.”


Pathetic or not, the speech continued.

“Slavery is not an option,” Invictus said, before weighing in, curiously, on the “laws of self-important congressmen and silly city councilmen.”

“The punishment for treason is death,” Invictus observed, before telling those listening to “look outside.”

Apparently, an FBI agent was in an SUV outside Mr. Chubby’s.


A waitress bussing tables passed by, a 20-something bottle blonde with a Westside accent.

My question to her: “Does this happen every night?”


A note of incredulity came into her voice.

“This is NEW.”


Invictus said something along the lines of “wolves they fear, wolves thy must become,” before observing that he had been “demonized by media and certain members of my political party.”

Somewhere after saying “the American people have no will to fight,” a gentleman came out from the kitchen.

“What’s he talking about?”

“He’s a Libertarian running for Senate,” I told him.

Before we could engage further in conversation, a call came out from the kitchen: “Leave that [Expletive Deleted] alone!”


And so it went.

The Invictus campaign, as performance art, has been a reasonably interesting installation, followed from a distance.

The reality, however, is that he is a tentative public speaker, much more comfortable engaging text from his folder than members of the crowd, much more comfortable giving a high school history book version of the American Revolution than with making any real, salient case about how government overreach, financed by deficit spending, has eroded civil liberties and stuffed prisons full of minorities, especially in the southern United States.

The best thing that happened to him, ironically, were the viral stories of goat sacrifice and the release of his LSD Diaries and other narratives that went viral thanks to the push of the 24-hour news cycle.

Because when you strip away the lurid ephemera, here’s what you’re left with:

A boring, mediocre public speaker, wearing a winter suit in springtime Florida to a wing place in the sticks.

A man who can’t speak with any specificity on policy.

A joke that ran its course.


A.G. Gancarski

A.G. Gancarski has written for since 2014. He is based in Northeast Florida. He can be reached at [email protected] or on Twitter: @AGGancarski


  • Agent156

    May 4, 2016 at 11:44 am

    What a cute little angle and how adorable how very very hard you try floating it!! I think I saw a tutorial episode on this particular tactic on “The Flintstones” once when I was a kid. Can’t wait to see who chimes in blissfully unaware how ignorant they reveal themselves to be by actually buying into this bullshit you’ve obviously poured every ounce of effort into serving up as sophistication. Nice try, but some of us recognize the smell.

  • Tactical Bowl Cut

    May 4, 2016 at 12:57 pm

    What a dishonest article. No surprise coming from a Marxist pantywaist such as yourself.

  • FBI Agent

    May 5, 2016 at 10:57 am

    As the federal agent who was assigned to surveil Invictus at Mr. Chubby’s Wings, I have to say there were several times during his speech where I considered using my service weapon to end my suffering. You see, I graduated last in my class at Quantico. The running joke at the academy is if you graduate last, your punishment for your first year will be assignment to monitor Sun God.

    It really is living the worst possible existence as an agent. You have to follow Sun God to various hole-in-the-wall places across the country and record his acolytes’ idiotic conversations from a SUV, which you are forced to permanently live inside. You live inside of this SUV because you’re constantly traveling on this assignment away from your home and family. This guy is constantly leaving Florida to gain a pathetic bit of notoriety in the media. You have to draft summary reports to the bureau division chief on each of Sun God’s incoherent sermons. Just try to imagine for a moment summarizing this person’s positions in an official, weekly report to your bureau superiors. The agents back at the office call me the “Sun God expert” and laugh every time.

    After this particular speech was over and everyone cleared out of the wing shack, I applied for a work as a cook in their kitchen. The owner said he would consider firing the cook that was mildly interested in Sun God’s speech and maybe give me a call. Still on assignment in the meantime and waiting for that phone call. Worst job ever.

    • Bee *hey everyone is using fake names now*

      May 6, 2016 at 5:16 pm

      Aww that’s adorable. You should start your own comic book or LARP club, your imagination just loves to run in circles with zero point except to take the piss on someone you disagree with. Brilliant, braintrust. WTF have you done for your country lately for REAL?

  • *Insert Fake Greek Name Here*

    May 5, 2016 at 11:26 am

    Nothing is changing as a result of him being an idiot. He’s just hurting the Libertarian Party. Can’t he make his own party that just cares about sacrificing goats and trying to scare people? Apparently that’s solving something important to someone very important: himself.

    • Bee *hey everyone is using fake names now*

      May 6, 2016 at 5:18 pm

      Nothing is changing because people like you are too stupid to form a real opinion from things like, oh you know, engaging in mature dialogue and debate, listening to what people actually say and what they actually represent, and getting over yourself with regard to differences in religious belief. You’re the idiot, and others like you. That’s the truth here. Your course is no less selfish and no less stupid than you accuse Augustus of being — only difference is, your accusation is garbage without merit, and what I have deduced from it is obvious to everyone who is NOT like you.

  • Greek God

    May 7, 2016 at 6:47 am

    This guy has a fanfare of 2 and an impact of 0. He doesn’t represent the Libertarian Party and has no public speaking aspiration. He’s in for his own sunny glory, the ultimate narcissist.

    • Will

      May 11, 2016 at 2:44 pm

      You’re wrong buddy. I live in Houston and ive heard this guy on numerous podcasts and recorded speaking events. i dont agree with his pagan ideals but i agree with his fascist sentiments.

      I was hoping that Augustus would actually have a chance, in a no name election ‘under the radar’ kind of way. I guess i was wrong. the only website listing Augustus as actually running was Wikipedia.

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