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. a finger on the hand of the body of europe. i'll have you know i graduated top of my class in the navy seals, and i've been involved in numerous secret raids on al-quaeda, and i have over 300 confirmed kills. the result is obvious. why did you choose this time to attack? without overwhelming effort and extreme risk, expect nothing.

goods produced without care for the natural world, dignity of workers, lasting culture or or white civilizations future should never be allowed into the new morally focused and ethically focused european market. it matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul. when anyone can be a german, a brit, a frenchmen, then being european has truly lost all meaning make no mistake, the erosion of local and national identity has no come about by accident, it is a concerted and targeted effort against the european people. do not fret on the manner of how victory is achieved, all methods are possible, in the face of ethnic genocide, all morality is ambiguous. ethnic autonomy? millions of invaders landing on our shores, conquering our towns and without a single shot fired in response.