does anyone even ask why? the economic elites who line their pockets with the profit received from our own ethnic replacement. 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. we do not have the birth rates to fight them at their game, nor should we as it is ultimately destructive to nature and culture.so i took matters into my own hands. 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. above all be ready for violence, and when the times comes, strike hard and fast.

good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. i can not guarantee it will be comfortable, i can not guarantee it will be easy and i can not guarantee that every act will be a success. each time she spoke i was stunned by her insights and her own views helped push me further and further into the belief of violence over meekness. after all i am a private and mostly introverted person. to agitate the political enemies of my people into action, to over extend their own hand and experience the eventual backlash. the result is obvious.