I recently had the last conversation I will ever have with my childhood best friend. We have decided that our worldviews are so far apart that we just cannot speak anymore after I publicly ridiculed Pride Month. The last thing he said to me was that he just cannot keep in touch with someone who is so full of hate. My initial reaction was to try and tell him that it is not out of hate that I said all of the many things that caused us to have countless debates, but I thought about it for awhile, and you know, he's right. Now don't get me wrong, my primary motivation is indeed a love for my people. What I had to admit though was that saying you love something without having a deadly hatred for all that threatens that which you say you love, makes your profession of love nothing more than an empty catch phrase. A mere political slogan if you will. So he is correct. I am full of both love and hate. My love has made me hate, and I already know that I will end my days fighting, and probably dying, trying to protect my White brethren. I am at peace with this realization, for either we embrace the struggle or we will surely go extinct. I choose Valhalla, and I hope to see you there. #14Words