ebba death at the hands of the invaders, the indignity of her violent demise and my inability to stop it broke through my own jaded cynicism like a sledgehammer. in the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. 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. wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night. all else is dishonorable. i want your neck under my boot.

nothing drives the invasion more and nothing needs to be defeated more than the greed that demands cheap labour. victory can not wait, your people need you now! millions of european and other ethno-nationalist peoples that wish to live in peace amongst their own people, living in their own lands, practicing their own traditions and deciding the future of their own kind. but it is there our future will be made and it is there the battle for our peoples future will be fought. were/are you a conservative? were/are you a “ xenophobe ”? \ no, no culture scares me.