“ we are disgraced, sons and brothers, who live in these days of calamities! above all, just don ’ t be stale, placid and boring. but once i arrived in france, i found the stories to not only be true, but profoundly understated. as by this time the invaders and occupiers of lands, non-europeans, numbers will swollen to a staggering size, due to both mass immigration and the differing birthrates between the native european people and these invaders. to continue on without our culture, but still own our lands, is a defeat. millions of european and other ethno-nationalist peoples that wish to live in peace amongst their own people, living in their own lands, practicing their own traditions and deciding the future of their own kind. dear god no. they must be removed. ebba was walking to meet her mother after school, when she was murdered by an islamic attacker, driving a stolen vehicle through the shopping promenade on which she was walking. nah, not really.an australian living in new zealand is much the same as an austrian living in bavaria. why were we allowing these soldiers deaths to be in vain?

something, this time, was different. how is this possible? i pulled my rental car over, and sat, staring at these crosses and contemplating how it was that despite these men and womens sacrifice, despite their bravery, we had still fallen so far.i broke into tears, sobbing alone in the car, staring at the crosses, at the forgotten dead. they were not easily moved, they were icy – willing to wait till every count should be proved, ere the saxon began to hate. focusing on increasing the population of whites, or trying to gain economic wealth or military might, whilst already having met the requirement of numbers, wealth and military force needed is simply a stalling tactic, spoken and put forth by men too cowardly to do what is required. i can be anywhere, anytime, and i can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands.