these i hate. not if you know what i know and want for what we want. you are the voice, you are the klaxon call, you hold the first spear to be thrust at the invaders. the last virtues of a dying nation are tolerance and apathy, and i want none of it. the spell broke, why don ’ t i do something? so take the prison time, take the beating or even fight back.

the final push was witnessing the state of french cities and towns. why were we allowing the invaders to conquer us? do nothing, win nothing, achieve nothing. but the aftershock from my actions will ripple for years to come, driving political and social discourse, creating the atmosphere or fear and change that is required. they congregate, discuss, despair, strategize, debate and plan. they need not be born here, share our race, our language, our culture or our beliefs.