ebba death at the hands of the invaders, the indignity of her violent demise and my inability to stop it broke through my own jaded cynicism like a sledgehammer. it matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul. not if you know what i know and want for what we want. eventually, when the white population of the usa realizes the truth of the situation, war will erupt. merkel, the mother of all things anti-white and anti-germanic, is top of the list. what makes you believe you are european, not just an australian?

sitting at home comfortable, relaxed, posting on the internet, watching football and waiting for victory to arrive at your feet, will win you nothing. we must not be in a chaotic, life or death civil war at a time when our rival nations are at their peak of dominance. wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, do not go gentle into that good night. nor should you, why should you have peace when your other brothers in europe face certain war? there is no pleasant meadow in which you can lay down your weary body, rest your head and wait for it all to blow over. do these groups hold power/who are the people in these groups?