sitting at home comfortable, relaxed, posting on the internet, watching football and waiting for victory to arrive at your feet, will win you nothing. see you on the streets you anti-white scum to turks you can live in peace in your own lands, and may no harm come to you. you are not. to take revenge for the enslavement of millions of europeans taken from their lands by the islamic slavers. they were an obvious, visible and large group of invaders, from a culture with higher fertility rates, higher social trust and strong, robust traditions that seek to occupy my peoples lands and ethnically replace my own people. whilst the immigrants were young, energized and with large families and many children.

this is an attack on the very french people themselves and is a strategy designed to destroy national, cultural, linguistic and ethnic unity. 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. force is power. i support many of those that take a stand against ethnic and cultural genocide.luca traini, anders breivik, dylan roof, anton lundin pettersson, darren osbourne etc. 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. let us all weep for our faults that raise the divine ire, yes, let us weep… but let not our tears be like the seed thrown into the sand.