let our lives be stronger than death to fight against the enemies of the christian people. ” ask yourself, what would pope urban ii do? though wise men at their end know dark is right, because their words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night. there is only one victory. what does it seek to conserve? so take the prison time, take the beating or even fight back. the people of the countrysides are already traditional, already close to nature, already supportive of their people.

win first, write the story later. their voices were even and low, their eyes were level and straight. londinium, the very heart of the british isles. the going will be tough and many of us will die. but you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. art and beauty subverted beyond all recognition, bauhaus travesties replacing nouveau wonders, soulless metropolitan architecture of glass and steel reflecting no society, no culture, no people and therefore belonging everywhere, and no where.