the left has controlled all discussion regarding environmental preservation whilst simultaneously presiding over the continued destruction of the natural environment itself through mass immigration and uncontrolled urbanization, whilst offering no true solution to either issue. this eradication of their people, their culture, their very soul. by the definition, then yes. no matter where i travelled, no matter how small or rural the community i visited, the invaders were there. 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. c. what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? whether that is by encouraging and pushing increases to the minimum wage; furthering the unionization of workers; increasing the native birthrate and thereby reducing the need for the importation of labour; increasing the rights of workers; pushing for the increase in automation or advancement of industrial labour replacement or any other tactic that is available. canvas public areas in support of radical positions, even if they are not your own. were/are you a “ islamophobe ”? i can not guarantee my success. overcome us?

pedophile politicians, pedophile priests and pedophile pop stars, demonstrating to all the true depravity of our age. giving your own earned wealth, which you received through your own labour, to a person or group that despises you, places laws into effect that disenfranchises your people and seeks to ethnically replace you is utterly foolish. depending on the definition, sure. household flour, a method of dispersion and an ignition source.a ballpeen hammer and a wooden shield.gas, fire, vehicular attacks, plane attacks, any means were available. i know, because i have been there. but, if those same people seek to come to my peoples lands, replace my people, subjugate my people, make war upon on my people,, hen i shall be forced to fight them, and hold nothing in reserve.

>good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, rage, rage against the dying of the light.