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Ooh, you just had to bring this up, didn't you? M'self, I am so far past politically incorrect, it ain't even funny. Way outside of the mainstream, I am. I am trying to reconcile being a Christian Libertarian with being a White Nationalist, and to complicate things, the church I attend is run out of the Anglican Province of Rwanda. That is, the Anglican Mission in the Americas, to bring the Gospel to the heathen white folks.I loves me some soothing old-fashioned Anglican ritual.Did you know that the vast majority of Anglicans in the world aren't white?And that there are coal-black Africans who are sounder Anglicans than the majority of the bishops in the Church of England? (That's my guess.)
Hmmm, the Christian Libertarian bit sounds self-contradictory, and the White Nationalist sounds dead dodgy to me. You can't call yourself an Anglican unless you pronounce the word "Holy" with a long "o" sound, and you or your wife know the recipe for making dried apricot jam with almonds for church fetes. It also helps to have bushy eyebrows and a beard, but for female parishoners this is optional.
Huh? I wasn't writing about social stuff, but about doctrine and ritual. Officially, I reckon I'm still a Methodist, but have attended only Anglican services for years and years.I mind Elizabeth Tudor, the Virgin Queen, who like me didn't have much of the religious temperament, but did have a strong taste for ritual.
White Nationalism used to be the official policy of your country when I was a kid, back in the fifties.
And how absurd was the "White Australia Policy" considering that the first people of Australia are not white?
I'm very glad that the Archbishop of Caterbury pronounced the word "holy" in the correct Anglican way at the royal wedding.
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