Here's an old, obscure party (USA) with a cutting edge agenda:
The Know Nothing Party (1840-1860)
The Know Nothings—they had the knack.
Their goal was simple: send 'em all back!
Start with the priest, that foe of thrift.
(We’ll nail him when he gets stuck in the lift)
The Irish, the Greeks, the Dagos and Yids.
Easy: we just poison their kids.
The school lunch is where we’ll do the deed.
Those foreign chappies have to feed.
The Frenchies, too, they have to go.
Those kraut lovers with their guts of dough.
Norwegians and legions of Chinamen, too.
Too bad we can't put them all in a stew.
One by one we’ll purge our tree
Till there’s nobody left but you and me.
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