good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. simple, white, wooden crosses stretching from the fields beside the roadway, seemingly without end, into the horizon. somehow this isolation then radicalization is seen as a surprise, yet for anyone who was paying attention, it was a long time coming. why is it that what gives western nations strength (diversity) is not what gives eastern nations (china, japan, taiwan, south korea) their strength? humans are emotional, they are driven by emotions, guided by emotions and seek emotion expressions and experiences. so these young men and women see this suicidal nihilism and isolate themselves from this mainstream, “ multicultural ”, egalitarian, individualistic insanity and look for allies anywhere they can find them, in the flesh or online.

you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? more immigrants are choosing to retain their own healthy culture, year by year, and even more telling, our own people are beginning to join them, looking outside their own watered down and deteriorating culture to look for purpose and guidance from outside sources. 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. sure. to avenge those european men and women lost in the constant and never ending wars of european history who died for their lands, died for their people only to have their lands given away to any foreign scum that bother to show up. i am sure the journalists will love that.