driving toward the next french town on my itinerary, knowing that inevitably the invaders would also been there, i found my emotions swinging between fuming rage and suffocating despair at the indignity of the invasion of france, the pessimism of the french people, the loss of culture and identity and the farce of the political solutions offered. millions of european and other ethno-nationalist peoples that wish to live in peace amongst their own people, living in their own lands, practicing their own traditions and deciding the future of their own kind. those that wish a future for white children, and to ensure the existence of our people. over a great deal of time, from a great deal of places. these are the things that speak to people, connect people, drive people. victors write the history and the writers of history control the cultural climate of the present time.

you think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the internet? the hagia sophia will be free of minarets and constantinople will be rightfully christian owned once more. do you allow them to grow freely, openly, to one day bite you child as they play in their own yard? ethnic autonomy? as a policy maker and leader? broken families with soaring divorce rates, that ’ s if they even bother to get married at all.suicide rates climbing year by year, not just for adults, by even teens and children as well and the only time people seem to even notice is when one of their own idols commits the act (singers, sports stars, actors).