in the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. this is ethnic replacement. 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. give your everything to your people. these men and women are not being being brain-washed, corrupted or misled. their voices were even and low, their eyes were level and straight. but once i arrived in france, i found the stories to not only be true, but profoundly understated. it was not preached to the crowd, it was not taught by the state. but only one has the ability and only one has shown to be effective at doing so. your grand children? we must thrive, we must march ever forward to our place among the stars and we will reach the destiny our people deserve.

yes, and to plead not guilty.the attack was a partisan action against a occupying force, and i am a lawful, uniformed combatant. household flour, a method of dispersion and an ignition source.a ballpeen hammer and a wooden shield.gas, fire, vehicular attacks, plane attacks, any means were available. to create an atmosphere of fear and change in which drastic, powerful and revolutionary action can occur. what can we do to fix it? finding their people, finding their traditions, seeing through the lies of history, the brainwashing of the institutions and they angry, they are energized and yes, against their degenerate societies, they are radicalized. why won ’ t somebody do something?