grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. it will be distasteful, it will be damaging to the soul, but know that it is necessary and any invader you spare, no matter the age, will one day be an enemy your people must face. but they will not accept this death. what matters is your actions during the brief time between birth and death. in the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. you will risk, struggle, strive, drive, stumble, fall, crawl, charge and perspire, all in the name of victory.

the idea that a frenchmen need not speak the language, share the culture, believe in the same god or even more importantly be ethnically french is ludicrous in the extreme. nothing is conserved. above all, just don ’ t be stale, placid and boring. because if we do not destroy the invaders first, our own birthrates will mean nothing. no two different things can ever truly be equal, especially humans. the people speaking now, acting now, fighting now, are the vanguard of the vanguard of the force of the people.

>think again, fucker.