the varied cultures of the world greeted me with warmth and compassion, and i very much enjoyed nearly every moment i spent with them. i speak for my views and my ideals, and those that support me.some may agree with them, others won ’ t. every day we become fewer in number, we grow older, we grow weaker. remove the invaders, retake europe you wait for a signal, whilst your people wait for you whilst you wait for a sign, a signal; someone to take up the spear; to cry out in alarm, your people wait on you. refuse to pay taxes. the people of the countrysides are already traditional, already close to nature, already supportive of their people. to agitate the political enemies of my people into action, to cause them to overextend their own hand and experience the eventual and inevitable backlash as a result. these tumultuous times can be brought about through action. those that find themselves born linguistically in the minority suffer daily, as the conversation of life excludes them, the mass media isolates them and businesses turn them away, as does the societies speech itself. one can not exist with the other. to ensure that the peoples of the world remain true to their traditions and faiths and do not become watered down and corrupted by the influence of outsiders.
if they are not of our people, but live in our lands, they must be removed. few parents, regardless of circumstance, will willing risk the lives of their children, no matter the economic incentives. just wait! yes, until i am either killed, released or enough time passes and the greater situation is an obvious defeat of our people.then i will commit suicide, happy in the knowledge i did my best to prevent the death of my race. the countrysides are already ours, as they have always been. monotonous repetition of immigration facts and statistics will simply bore the masses, and drive the people away from the stale and uninspired speakers that propagate them.
>their voices were even and low, their eyes were level and straight.