when they ask why, you tell them why. 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. what is an australian but a drunk european? they need not be born here, share our race, our language, our culture or our beliefs. you may stumble. a political and social stalemate that makes any advancement impossible. to show the effect of direct action, lighting a path forward for those that wish to follow.a path for those that wish to free their ancestors lands from the invaders grasp and to be a beacon for those that wish to create a lasting culture, to tell them they are not alone. does anyone even ask why? but if you attempt to live in european lands, anywhere west of the bosphorus.we will kill you and drive you roaches from our lands. it ’ s the birthrates. who do you represent?

do you feel any remorse for the attack? as for how the public perceives us? do nothing, win nothing, achieve nothing. western culture is trivialized, pulped and blended into a smear of meaningless nothing, with the only tenets and beliefs seemingly held to are the myth of the individual, the value of work (productivity for the benefit of your capitalist owners) and the sovereignty of private property (to ensure none of us get grand ideas of taking the unearned wealth of our owners). by the definition, then yes. 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.