Let me take you on a tour of a white supremacist’s mind

 Keep your emotions in check old fruit, try to avoid repeating your usual choleric outbursts and please, please calm down, Nigel; think about your blood pressure. To compound this regrettable outburst Nigel’s well-treaded paranoid and obnubilate imaginings now extend to frantic feral visions of madmen prancing and cackling around The Nation’s newsroom. Ground Control to space cadet Pike: it is now safe to leave orbit, and assume re-entry mode. 
Let me now take The Nation’s readership on a short excursion through the cavernous inside of the rantallian Mr Pike’s head (ignoring the echoes, naturally) and see what we can find. We have the usual puerile, but harmless default insult directed at yours truly but now, behold, there lurks the plagiarised stuff about bigots (done that); hate peddlers (done that, too). The principal difference being, as I and others have noticed, Mr Pike and his fellow racists have already presented their extremist, white supremacist credentials here on numerous occasions. No further evidence needed.
Delving deeper into the confused Mr Pike’s alveolate neural networks, one unearths a disturbing state of mind hiding therein; the dreaded identity crisis. Consider this: on Tuesday he signed off with “Nigel Pike (or is it?)” “Alter-egos” mentioned in the same missive? Your words, Nigel.
In mitigation I will now extend an olive branch to the clearly suffering Mister Nigel, and wish him a speedy recovery. Just in time for Christmas, one hopes.
Dr Frank
Bangkok