No? Well, that makes you a food bigot. In this brave new world, you can't like separation. Oh, you can go on about liking various peoples of the Earth for this characteristic or that, but it's all considered hypocrisy unless you want them mixed — all living together, all intermarrying, until we have a bland beige human species that is finally without racial distinction.
That is the ultimate inner contradiction of multiculturalism. Its adherents claim to love and appreciate the various races and nations of mankind, and then they advocate policies that would destroy them all and replace them with a raceless generic.
But if you truly do appreciate human variation, you want the varieties to survive, and they can best do that by maintaining a mutual separation into nations — ethnocentric nations for the most part, instead of monstrosity-empires that inevitably try to crush the smaller nations within them — the Soviet Union and the Ottoman Empire spring to mind as particularly egregious examples, but there are plenty more.
At Counter-Currents [link], Aedon Cassiel, makes a case for ethnonationalism:
Ethnonationalism for Normies
I want to run my household one way. My friends Travis and Kyle each want to run their household a different way. For example, I may prefer to wash my dishes immediately after I’ve finished eating, and resent ever seeing a dish left in the sink; Travis might prefer to leave one set of dishes in the sink, and wash them again immediately before each use; and Kyle might like to let the dishes pile up for a week, and then wash them all at once on the weekend when he’s done with work.
Forcing the three of us to live as roommates wouldn’t cause us to become better friends; it would simply create conflict where no conflict need exist, because when we’re forced to live in the same room in the same house, only one of us can have things our way at any given time — at all times, one of us wins while two of us lose. Either Travis and I are resentful of how many dishes are always in the sink, or else Travis and Kyle are resentful of how often they’re forced to wash dishes, and only one of us is ever temporarily happy.
If we live as neighbors rather than roommates, however, then each of us can live however we’d like within our own home. We can all be happy with how things are being run — and we can eliminate an utterly unnecessary obstacle to our continued good-will and friendship. If everything that I’ve just said above is obvious common sense, then why is ethnonationalism so controversial?
As one person I floated the above paragraph to said in reply, ethnonationalism is controversial “because not all black/white etc. people do their dishes the same.” True — but that hardly demolishes the case for ethnonationalism.
I grew up around a side of my family that, unbeknown to everyone but my mother and maternal grandparents until I was informed in my late teens, I wasn’t biologically related to. Yet, long before I ever knew this fact, it couldn’t have been clearer that something was “off.” There was no open antagonism between us; it wasn’t that we disliked each other — it just never felt “like family” in the way that, say, spending time with my grandmother (who I was biologically related to) felt “like family.”
I also felt attracted to one of my female cousins, and once when I was talking to a male cousin about girls at the school we went to and I let a small comment to that effect slip out, I was blindsided when the tone of the conversation changed because he was repulsed by the idea that I was even ranking how attractive I thought she was — but it hadn’t even occurred to me that there could possibly be any difference; after all, for me, there wasn’t.
When I finally made contact with the side of the family I was related to, the connection was instant. One cousin looked like the “Mario” version of me (squished vertically and stretched out horizontally); the other looked like the “Luigi” version of me (squished horizontally and stretched out vertically). Though of course we didn’t agree about everything, the conversation very naturally progressed into discoveries of common feelings about a whole range of different topics and experiences. What mattered for creating this feeling of “kinship” was not whether or not I shared a life’s worth of childhood experiences growing up with them; what mattered was that I was biologically related to them.
One of the most striking illustrations of this phenomenon can be seen when identical twins who were separated at birth reunite with each other as adults. Invariably, they discover that they share the same odd habits (like never using a toilet without flushing it first), prefer the same styles of dress (often literally identical), and more — even if one was raised Jewish and the other became a Nazi. These people don’t feel like they’re just encountering a member of the population who happens to look like them; there is an immediate and deep lasting significance to these relationships—and the one and only reason for that significance is genetics.
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Quibcag: The quote is from a Pat Buchanan column here [link]. And as for the illustration, what country is more ethnonationalistic than Japan? This is another version of Fem Japan from Hetalia: Axis Powers (Axis Powers ヘタリア).