By Colby Malsbury

Ho, ho, ho!!!! Merrrrrry Pride Month!!! And I’m not talking about a celebration of the musical stylings of Charley, either. It being June again, it’s time for the annual officially-sanctioned orgy: pederasts sauntering down crucial metropolitan trade routes dressed as schizophrenic peacocks, skoolz making a special effort before summer break to inculcate children into accepting the idea that the institution of slavery was built on a foundation of suppressed sodomic longing for virile Mandingosim, corporations incorporating rainbow colors into their copyrighted logos and doubtless securing a second copyright on the alteration, and so on and so forth down the sewer pipe.

And you as a worthless breeding peon are expected to stand on the side of the street and applaud the bacchanal boisterously, as though welcoming the triumphal procession of a margrave back from a successful campaign against cheeky Austrian brigands or something. Anything less and your social standing, your job, and increasingly your life becomes automatically forfeit.

Yes, the Poofter Estate most certainly does stand proud as a distinctive aristocracy, albeit of an especially despotic and Oriental variety. Very similar to the various aristocracies of the West over the past century, come to think of it. They hold to many of the other classic traits of an aristocracy, as well as some more modern characteristics that are entirely in keeping with their Futurist worldview. Let us consider some of these.

1. Social Exclusion

Not just any trash can hope to be accepted into the caste of the chronically unchaste, you know! It takes a certain bearing to be able to shake your well-oiled bodily parts in full view of impressionable minds as brazenly as an English knight just back from Crusade and proudly displaying the banner of St. George to the children of his shire. Such nobility obviously cannot be picked up as one would a mere trade – one has to have been born with the proper genetics! Well….unless you identify as one of the increasingly anarchic super-fluid sexual nomenclatures that litter the consciousness anymore, in which case you will vociferously avow that your pathetic hobby is indeed a choice, and thus entirely based upon merit. Oh well. If the British peerage can include merchants, soccer players, and pop singers as defenders of the realm, there’s no reason our aristocracy should not be granted similar leeway.

But there is certainly a strong sense of noblesse oblige to be found among the Quality, too. They have an admirable dedication towards educating the peasantry as to their place in the hierarchy. They send forth their Mephistophelean transvestite pages to teach children in libraries across the land the value of submitting to their whims, they make sure mention of their pathological aberrance is made mention of at least every five minutes per original Netflix episode, and should you make the grievous faux pas of confusing a Binary with a Dyadic, some Pat will be on hand to correct you posthaste in exceptionally rude fashion. Let the rabble once start to put on airs, and who knows what the end result will be, wot?

2. A Monopoly on Creature Comforts

Membership has its privileges, and the lot of the sodomite and his related degenerates is a very privileged one indeed. It is truly staggering just how much of the cream they have expropriated for themselves, on a scale that the most grasping of Ottoman beys would never have dreamed possible. The most temperate and pleasant climates of the world, from the Pacific coast of America to the French Riviera, from Sao Paolo to Sydney, Australia, are saturated with their numbers. They have first dibs on high-paying jobs with minimal physical exertion required at Fortune 500 companies and with the government, and the culture of overweening ‘tolerance’ endemic to these organizations all but guarantees them automatic tenure. Product emanating from all communication mediums are geared to cater to their every fleeting fancy…and the fancies of sodomites are notoriously fleeting indeed. Just as the Hungarian haberdasher was expected to drop all of his custom so that the local boyar could have a fashionable beaver Wellington hat fashioned for him posthaste, so too is a Christian baker expected to do likewise when two girlish gents desire a cake of him. And just as the kangz of Wakanda have taken to the cause of monetary reparations over slavery, so too have the queenth of Eros begun clamoring for the same over Stonewall, and fathers who were rednecks, and failure for normal people to show proper veneration towards the AIDS quilt, and whatnot. It used to be many centuries ago that a nation’s aristocracy did not have to garner respect via class-action lawsuit, but these are modern times we are living in.

And speaking of modern times brings us to our next point:

3. The New Aristocracy Transcends Race, Religion, Sex…and the Entire Natural Order

If an aristocracy is a permeation of the most noble ideals a society cherishes within a distinct class, then it stands to reason that the aristocracy of Clown World will consist of those individuals who make a cult out of radical egalitarianism and moral relativism with the most vibrancy. If we see this same phenomenon taking place in existing traditional aristocracies – witness the embracing of the Heinz 57 Meghan Markle by the (admittedly usurping and ethnically dubious) Windsor clan, to name just one example – then a neo-aristocracy will define itself primarily by this same alleged ‘envelope pushing’. An aristocracy must lead the chattel forth unto new horizons by example, though, and the Gomorrahic Principality does so via an exceedingly tiresome flamboyance. Thus, the post-racial era (offer valid only if you are Whitey) is heralded by the likes of a twee black man kitsched up in a gaudy Queen Victoria-style hoop dress to celebrated the most hallowed holy day in the sodomite calendar: the Oscars. The post-Christian era is heralded by squirrely pastors letting us all know what we were fully aware of already: that they are proudly queer (though reasonably chaste in a ‘loving partnership’! The normies aren’t quite ready for pornography direct from the pulpit just yet.), and are willing to pen all kinds of self-congratulatory epistles for publication by hip ‘living church’ media outlets, because that’s totally how Jesus would have promulgated the Gospel had He had access to wi-fi. And to usher in the entirety of the Age of Aquarius, our rough-putting royalty got their faithful serf Donald J. Trump to give credence to the entire concept of Pride Month by becoming the first-ever Republican president to acknowledge such publicly. Truly, a milestone to rank with King John signing Magna Charta into existence at the end of the English nobility’s sword.

4. ‘And I Will Give Children [To Be] Their Princes, and Babes Shall Rule Over Them.’ – Is. 3:4

The prescience of Scripture provides perhaps the most telling proof of homosexuality’s aristocratic status. When a child is not well-reared in the way he should go, what is the inevitable result? An entirely self-absorbed mien dedicated to instant gratification and nary a thought of consequences afterwards. I cannot think of a more apt descriptor of the sodomite mentality than that. Add to this their perverted addiction to constant attention (if you’re gonna fling that closet door wide open, might as well throw all the vestments and unmentionables within out onto the floor while you’re at it), their fixation upon bodily excrescences, their appropriation of the entire culture of girls’ toys such as Barbie and My Little Pony, etc, etc and you have an inkling as to just how onerous a judgment from God it is to live under the whims of these demonic Dauphins.

And such demonology is in full blossom in regards to our final point…

5. The Fostering of Their Lineage

What good is a baronetcy without a string of heirs to keep the title active and the ancestral lands consolidated? This presents a bit of a quandary for our current aristocracy, though, as wilful and ebullient sterility is one of its underlying canons. Ergo, when one cannot sire seed, one must recruit such. And sodomites, being unique among aristocracies in eagerly desiring to admit a broad swathe of new blood into its ranks, do so in most insidious fashion. Every secret society/cult in existence, from Judaism to Freemasonry to the Ordo Templi Orientis to the upper echelons of the US and UK governments, relies on sex magick to corrupt its initiates and gain a perverted, Stockholm-syndrome style influence over said initiates’ malleable bodies, minds, and spirits that no power in the earthly realm can withstand. Sodomites (prevalent in all of the above institutions, incidentally), finding it supremely difficult, if not impossible, to wield this process effectively against those of mature mind, unnaturally gravitate towards the violation of children of both sexes to attain their wretched utopia. The resulting trauma is sufficient for these children to then pass on to a new generation of blank canvases, and the cycle repeats indefinitely. This is the future you are condemning your children to when you take them to see all the cute lacquered bodybuilders doing naked cartwheels at your local infernal parade, broad-minded parents! That motley crew is a passel of kidnappers, plain and simple. Just because amber alerts aren’t issued on behalf of these brainwashed tykes doesn’t make it any less so.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease, and just as Jews have been ennobled for bleating ‘Holocaust!’ nonstop and blacks have been ennobled for doing likewise with ‘Jim Crow!’, so too have sodomites entered the golden Pantheon with their eternal shrieks about ‘Patriarchy!!!’ They are lords of the Loud indeed. And while kinists are usually skeptical of revolutionary ardour at best, we eagerly await the day these aristocrats will ascend the platform to their rendezvous with the guillotine. Our God is not mocked.