do not suffer under the delusion of an effortless, riskless democratic victory. you may stumble. i had a regular childhood, without any great issues. it was not suddenly bred, it will not swiftly abate, through the chilled years ahead, when time shall count from the date that the saxon began to hate. ngos are traitor organizations if you lose history will write you as monsters, regardless of your tactics.win first, write the narrative later. what do you want? in front of those endless crosses, in front of those dead soldiers lost in forgotten wars, my despair turned to shame, my shame to guilt, my guilt to anger and my anger to rage. grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. if not me, then who? they see the decay all around them, plummeting, free-falling birth rates all across the western world. move as one, full support for brother nations accept death, embrace infamy death is certain, you may die in service to some grand crusade or pass away in a hospice, either way you will die.

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. few have done more to damage and racially cleanse europe of its people. why did you choose to use firearms? everywhere i travelled, barring a few small exceptions, i was treated wonderfully, often as a guest and even as a friend. force is the only path to power and the only path to true victory. those around my were the typical australians, apathetic and for the most part apolitical, only truly showing motivation in matters of animal rights, environmentalism and taxation.