My eternal instinct to empathize and attempt to be an altruist has pulled me over the years to try to find some way to excuse the homosexual nationalist. I ask myself, "What if I were a sexual queer? Would I not still be a sincere nationalist despite that?"

I've tried to construct this artifice of there being the "good ones" and the "bad ones."

Every time, I've been made an ass of as they repeatedly prove to be more of a self-amused and ambitious tightly wound clique of men who vehemently pursue a fixed anti-Christian, anti-family agenda than what I would like to imagine; decent men struggling with a specific incurable psychopathology. Part of it is perhaps on account of what draws homosexuals into nationalism and what that entails for their priorities.

For them, it's an attractive opportunity to gentrify their social and sexual circles, to revive implicitly white and rigorously elitist nineties buggery against a push for diversity, feminism, and social egalitarianism leveling gay subcultures.

I suppose that theoretically there could be some who genuinely belong in our movement. But most of them still belong in a bog.