crush these traitor ngos, kill their leadership, burn down their buildings, bomb their ships, tear down their posters and destroy their membership. they built homes for their children to live in, they built communities for their people to thrive in, they built nations for their people to survive in. research and data. we attack as soon as possible, we attack with force and we achieve stability and play defense as the boomers pass, not during their passing, not after. were you taught violence and extremism by video games, music, literature, cinema? not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the united states marine corps and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. they may even go through with your imprisonment or physically harm you. march. who do you consider white? nations across asia, europe and the americas are facing this disaster together. was there any reason you attacked that (those) mosque (s) in particular?

no, i simply do not care all that much what gay people do.as long as they are loyal to their people and place their peoples well being first, then i have no issues. i pulled my rental car over, and sat, staring at these crosses and contemplating how it was that despite these men and womens sacrifice, despite their bravery, we had still fallen so far.i broke into tears, sobbing alone in the car, staring at the crosses, at the forgotten dead. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. destroyed in the name of cheap labour, whilst they may publicly object to the illegal immigration of the third world masses, privately they push for as much migration as possible, anything to decrease the labour cost of production and line their pockets with the profits. who would willing leave their own strong, dominant and rising culture to join an elderly, decaying, degenerate culture? this is ethnic replacement.

>beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years finds and shall find me unafraid.