paint, write, sing, dance, recite poetry. 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. each year these degenerates are responsible for tens of thousands of deaths, in our own cities and across the globe. children of invaders do not stay children, they become adults and reproduce, creating more invaders to replace your people.they grow up and vote against your peoples own wishes, for the interests of their own people and identity. this eradication of their people, their culture, their very soul. fertility rates are cultural, there is no denying that, so there was a war of cultures being fought by the invaders, and my attack was a response to this.

it was not suddenly bred, it will not swiftly abate, through the chilled years ahead, when time shall count from the date that the saxon began to hate. if you lose, no matter how you acted in your loss; whether that is heroically, cowardly, violently, peacefully, virtuously or criminally, if your enemies are writing the history they will describe you as a devil. why won ’ t somebody do something? all so that they could line their pockets without complaints or objections the nation? everywhere i travelled, barring a few small exceptions, i was treated wonderfully, often as a guest and even as a friend. to ensure diverse peoples remain diverse, separate, unique, undiluted in unrestrained in cultural or ethnic expression and autonomy.