depending on the definition, sure. no.no group ordered my attack, i make the decision myself. i pulled my rental car over, and sat, staring at these crosses and contemplating how it was that despite these men and womens sacrifice, despite their bravery, we had still fallen so far.i broke into tears, sobbing alone in the car, staring at the crosses, at the forgotten dead. not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the united states marine corps and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. europa rises those that find themselves born linguistically in the minority suffer daily, as the conversation of life excludes them, the mass media isolates them and businesses turn them away, as does the societies speech itself.

you're fucking dead, kiddo. you wait for a signal, while your people wait for you it is never wise to become a minority group. the people speaking now, acting now, fighting now, are the vanguard of the vanguard of the force of the people. why should others fight for you if you are not willing to fight for yourself? men of the west must be men once more. states hate other states, the electoral college is under attack at every turn and the races are at each others throats.

>driving toward the next french town on my itinerary, knowing that inevitably the invaders would also been there, i found my emotions swinging between fuming rage and suffocating despair at the indignity of the invasion of france, the pessimism of the french people, the loss of culture and identity and the farce of the political solutions offered.