these men would stall and delay any action indefinitely, until all necessary action has been undertaken by some other, more courageous man. the economic elites who line their pockets with the profit received from our own ethnic replacement. what is an australian but a drunk european? in this hell the individual is all and the race is worthless, something to rail against and use whenever possible, a power structure to climb, or topple. because if we do not destroy the invaders first, our own birthrates will mean nothing. why don ’ t i do something?

the truth that the west killed the notion of god, and proceeded to replace it with nothing. i don ’ t, but i may have some. in every french city, in every french town the invaders were there. it will come in a great wave of popularity, in a great awakening of the european soul. ” -sir oswald mosley who is truly to blame? 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. 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.