so no, i don ’ t believe so. c. what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? they were attacks on my people, attacks on my culture, attacks on my faith and attacks on my soul. they run over the weak and the elderly, they seize the children from their mothers so that they might forget, among the barbarians, the name of god. also, relying on this time period for our victory holds a second major disadvantage, that being vulnerability to foreign invasion, most likely from the east, specifically china; turkey; india or some combination of the three. not in europe, not in the americas, not in australia or new zealand.

if they could die, so can you. it will be distasteful, it will be damaging to the soul, but know that it is necessary and any invader you spare, no matter the age, will one day be an enemy your people must face. but the aftershock from my actions will ripple for years to come, driving political and social discourse, creating the atmosphere or fear and change that is required. they slaved for a better future for their people, and now other peoples shake their fists and point their fingers, reprimanding us for living better lives, wealthier lives in wealthier countries. what culture would entice a man, one of traditions, beauty, architecture, art and prosperity, or a culture of decay, self-hatred, childlessness, disorder and nihilism? the internet, of course.