when i know, i will tell you. but the only way to get to the final destination, total victory, is to get up and keep marching forward. not in europe, not in the americas, not in australia or new zealand. 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. their number uncountable, the representation of their loss unfathomable. under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed.

conservatism is dead. barring the importation of all goods produced outside the new european zone (the new western world) is an essential pillar of the future western economy. as a symbol of renewed white identity and common purpose? drive through confessionals and no fault divorce? all else is insufficient. it was another terror attack in the seemingly never ending attacks that had been occurring on a regular basis throughout my adult life.

>you will risk, struggle, strive, drive, stumble, fall, crawl, charge and perspire, all in the name of victory.