more recently i have been working part time as a kebab removalist. for every french man or woman there was double the number of invaders. i am trained in gorilla warfare and i'm the top sniper in the entire us armed forces. 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. no. no matter if it takes 3 years or 30 years, these people must pay for their disgusting attacks upon our race.

diversity is not a strength. refuse. are you a fed/shill/mossad agent/false flag/patsy/infiltrator/antifa/glow in the dark etc? i could no longer ignore the attacks. more skilled and courageous? 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.