“One half of me clarifies that my intent is not genocidal (it’s not like I want to kill these people, I’m not a fucking brute); nay, I am a modern, the rightful inheritor of a genuine categorical imperative; yes, a veritable gentleman standing tall and purposeful among a gaggling horde of poorly civilized peoples. My humble, singular ask is merely that I don’t want so many of them here (perhaps a token amount, at most—ideally, just the women). There is nothing malign that is proscriptive in this worldview, no piles of charred limbs and corpses, and certainly no crimes against humanity—just the sane, orderly, and humane export of these foreigners back to their native lands, like repatriating invasive geese back to the Canadian wilderness.”