i want your neck under my boot. the going will be tough and many of us will die. i speak for my views and my ideals, and those that support me.some may agree with them, others won ’ t. the global market thus therefore never be allowed to compete in the new european market. just as their own courage will never flower forth. both illegal and legal drug dealers are our racial enemies, ruining the health, wealth, family structure, culture and future of our people.these peddlers of filth are active in every nation and behave without any thought of their impact on their societies. to antifa/marxists/communists i do not want to convert you, i do not want to come to an understanding. 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. you will not find the truth anywhere else. men of the west must be men once more. i want you in my sights.

we must crush immigration and deport those invaders already living on our soil. 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. these situations are chaotic and virtually impossible to control, no matter the planning. a a one-point-seven percentage point difference may mean something to a few, but a ingeniously worded expression or brilliantly crafted poster will convince the many. i had seen many pictures and heard many people discuss the cemeteries, but even knowing about these cemeteries in advance, i was still not prepared for the sight. but no one ever seems to give a reason why.

>i had seen enough, and in anger, drove out of the the town, refusing to stay any longer in the cursed place and headed on to the next town.