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Yes, you can be a Christian and a nationalist.
One last shout into the void. 10.24.24
I was 16 and totally politically unaware in 1992 when Clinton was elected the first time. I didn’t vote for him the second time around. I grew up in an conservative household in an conservative state, and until I was well into my late 20s, I basically just voted for whomever my mom told me to.
I didn’t read newspapers and only incidentally watched the news if it was on. Before journalism became officium non grata in favor of hyper-partisan online information ecosystems, we had subscriptions to Newsweek and National Geographic floating around, which I casually consumed. Of course the Internet was just in its infancy, and social media didn’t exist as an omni-present and spiritually-diminishing force in our lives. I was not into daytime talk radio, which my mother absolutely loved and listened to religiously. Even though their talking points all felt familiar, the men seemed smarmy and shouty to me, and I found their self-aggrandizement and gleeful cruelty to be off-putting, not clever. I had already attended junior high and high school with dozens of boys who had that level of humor.
As a late-teens/early-twenties citizen, the largest lesson I took from Clinton’s eight years was: sexual predators are unfit to be Presidents, or leaders of any kind, really. I took that lesson…
