Hey! What’s this in my Salad?

Today, I want to express my gratitude to the globalists for coining the phrase "white nationalist" several years back. It doesn’t matter why they coined it, how it was incubated, and how for many years, its been a regular tossed salad fixing along with other goodies like "white supremacist", "right wing extremist", and "neo Nazi". After all, why should I care?

When I eat salad, I keep the cucumbers off my fork even when they are served to me. I do, however, shove plenty of iceberg lettuce, onions, olives, peppers, tomatoes, and feta cheese in my mouth . Sometimes, I even get a little olive oil on my chin. My globalist friends hate salty black olives. I try not to cast aspersions.

As for my white sisters who are sympathetic to the ideals of nationalism, I am only somewhat grieved that the phrase "white nationalist" does not include them. The globalists have not called them out, and they never will, proud as they are of their reputation as defenders of "choice" for women everywhere.

The nationalist tag suits me fine. It sets me apart from (who else?) the globalists whose favorite fixing at the salad bar is mandates. The salad bar attendants can barely keep up with their insatiable appetite.

I identify as a nationalist. I don’t concede that I’m white. I simply am. You got me there. I guess.

Question. If a globalist is simultaneously a voter activist in "national" elections, pray tell, what he/she actively does that is ever so wholesome … like ham?