kill your local drug dealer europe for europeans the invaders must be removed from european soil, regardless from where they came or when they came. i remember pulling into a shopping centre car park to buy groceries in some moderate sized town in eastern france, of roughly 15-25 thousand people. simple, white, wooden crosses stretching from the fields beside the roadway, seemingly without end, into the horizon. lobby those in power to show your support, protest outside embassies of those nations that do not support the nation, and if need be attack them. did you really expect they would not also lose their rights? perhaps you could tap out, lay down, lick the boots of your occupiers and pray they will let you be comfortable, if only for a little while. brazil with all its racial diversity is completely fractured as a nation, where people can not get along and separate and self segregate whenever possible. stop waiting for someone else to show you the way forward, you are the way forward, waiting around for someone to start the fight is moronic, because it is you that is going to start the fight, if you are reading this, you are the new leaders that will push our people to victory, you are the soldiers that will fight for the future of your race. why did you choose new zealand as a place to attack? the europe of the future is not one of concrete and steel, smog and wires but a place of forests, lakes, mountains and meadows. taxation is theft in a traitorous system section iv in conclusion out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul.

to most of all show the invaders that our lands will never be their lands, our homelands are our own and that, as long as a white man still lives, they will never conquer our lands and they will never replace our people. i had little interest in education during my schooling, barely achieving a passing grade. new zealand was not the original choice for attack, i only arrived to new zealand to live temporarily whilst i planned and trained, but i soon found out that new zealand was as target rich of an environment as anywhere else in the west. was the attack “ racist ” in origin? 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. who decided to take a stand to ensure a future for my people.