i could have chosen any weapons or means.a tatp filled rental van. what gives a nation strength? the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. every day we become fewer in number, we grow older, we grow weaker. broken families with soaring divorce rates, that ’ s if they even bother to get married at all.suicide rates climbing year by year, not just for adults, by even teens and children as well and the only time people seem to even notice is when one of their own idols commits the act (singers, sports stars, actors). sir oswald mosley is the person from history closest to my own beliefs. nothing drives the invasion more and nothing needs to be defeated more than the greed that demands cheap labour. drug use at all levels of society, in all age groups, any source of distraction or relief to escape a culture of nihilism. i had seen many pictures and heard many people discuss the cemeteries, but even knowing about these cemeteries in advance, i was still not prepared for the sight. all possibility of expression and belief was open to be taught, discussed and spoken. it is a terrorist attack.

take from my views that which works, discard that which does not.victory is all that matters. it depends on who those workers are, their intents, who currently owns the means of production, their intents and who currently owns the state, and its intents. fertility rates are cultural, there is no denying that, so there was a war of cultures being fought by the invaders, and my attack was a response to this. do not pay to have your people destroyed, do not line the pockets of the traitors within our ranks, don ’ t lend support to a corrupt and broken state. you are the voice, you are the klaxon call, you hold the first spear to be thrust at the invaders. everywhere i travelled, barring a few small exceptions, i was treated wonderfully, often as a guest and even as a friend.