you're fucking dead, kiddo. when they demand you pay, refuse. children of invaders do not stay children, they become adults and reproduce, creating more invaders to replace your people.they grow up and vote against your peoples own wishes, for the interests of their own people and identity. expect death, expect struggle, expect loss that you will never forget. in this time period a series of events broke down my own reserves, my reservations, my cynicism and revealed the truth of the wests current situation. for many years i had been hearing and reading of the invasion of france by non-whites, many of these rumours and stories i believed to be exaggerations, created to push a political narrative.

what remains? these same children will one day become teens, then adults, voting against the wishes of our people, practicing the cultural and religious practices of the invaders, taking our peoples lands, work, houses and even attacking and killing our children. some are at different stages than others but all are feeling the pressure. in front of those endless crosses, in front of those dead soldiers lost in forgotten wars, my despair turned to shame, my shame to guilt, my guilt to anger and my anger to rage. march. democracy is mob rule and the mob itself is ruled by our enemies.