their voices were even and low, their eyes were level and straight. each nation and each ethnicity was melded by their own environment and if they are to be protected so must their own environments. in the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. why do you believe you will be released from prison? the attack was to ensure a preservation of beauty, art and tradition. why did you choose to use firearms?

above all, just don ’ t be stale, placid and boring. a society of rampant nihilism, consumerism and individualism, where every individual is a competitor and the rights of the individual override all notions of responsibility. you're fucking dead, kiddo. the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. despite how many of you may feel living amongst the pollution, amongst the cultural filth, crammed into tiny apartments in the city sprawls, far flung from mans natural environment. they may be able to discredit one small movement, from one nation.