the jaded cynicism with which i had greeted previous attacks didn ’ t eventuate. but it will take take some time, time we do not have due to the crisis of mass immigration. did you carry out the attack for fame? see you on the streets you anti-white scum to turks you can live in peace in your own lands, and may no harm come to you. each nation and each ethnicity was melded by their own environment and if they are to be protected so must their own environments. simple, white, wooden crosses stretching from the fields beside the roadway, seemingly without end, into the horizon.

rage, rage against the dying of the light. our present comfortable, privileged and prosperous life was gifted to us by our forebears, with the belief that we would maintain, cherish and even expand upon their work, so that one day our own children can enjoy the rewards of our labour. that difference was ebba akerlund. but no one ever seems to give a reason why. more immigrants are choosing to retain their own healthy culture, year by year, and even more telling, our own people are beginning to join them, looking outside their own watered down and deteriorating culture to look for purpose and guidance from outside sources. millions of invaders landing on our shores, conquering our towns and without a single shot fired in response.