there is no pleasant meadow in which you can lay down your weary body, rest your head and wait for it all to blow over. meanwhile they badger, trick and guilt-shame the european people into forfeiting their own hard earned income and giving it directly to their peoples cultural and ethnic competitors, many of which have the only intent of conquering and destroying the european peoples. no. my parents are of scottish, irish and english stock. because if we do not destroy the invaders first, our own birthrates will mean nothing. are you a fed/shill/mossad agent/false flag/patsy/infiltrator/antifa/glow in the dark etc? the internet, of course. a political candidate that keeps the status quo or only seeks to introduce minimal change, even when the minimal change is in support of our cause, is ultimately useless or even damaging. 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. it wasn ’ t even close. only when you embrace death and the only thing you will have left to fear is inaction.

perhaps you could tap out, lay down, lick the boots of your occupiers and pray they will let you be comfortable, if only for a little while. but you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. focusing on increasing the population of whites, or trying to gain economic wealth or military might, whilst already having met the requirement of numbers, wealth and military force needed is simply a stalling tactic, spoken and put forth by men too cowardly to do what is required. minorities are never treated well, do not become one do not allow your enemies to grow unchecked when you discover a nest of vipers in your yard, do you spare the adolescents? conservatism is dead, thank god. let them earn our wealthy benefactors their second yachts and their fifth properties!