i will let my actions speak for themselves. 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. voting is mob rule and mob rule is media rule and media rule is corporate rule ngos are directly involved in the genocide of the european people beholden to no one and hiding their true intent behold a faux-religious facade, these ngo groups ferry the invaders to european shores aboard their own vessels, directly shipping this vast army straight into european nations to plunder, rape and ethnically displace the native european people. the race? any method that gives these traitors their sure reward is viable and should be encouraged. 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.

the global and corporate run press controls them, the education system (long since fallen to the long march through the institutions carried out by the marxists) controls them, the state (long since heavily lost to its corporate backers) controls them and the anti-white media machine controls them. i am a racist. europa rises overcome us? so take the prison time, take the beating or even fight back. victory can not wait, your people need you now!

>i will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth, mark my fucking words.