i could no longer ignore the attacks. millions of invaders landing on our shores, conquering our towns and without a single shot fired in response. support them physically, be ready to put boots on the ground, send them weapons and munitions, attack their enemies. it matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul. why won ’ t somebody do something? is it not preferable to die in war rather than suffer any longer so horrible a spectacle? conservatism is dead. there is no green future with never ending population growth, the ideal green world can not exist in a world of 100 billion 50 billion or even 10 billion people. the people of the countrysides are already traditional, already close to nature, already supportive of their people. 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. though i hold no great fear or distrust of other peoples.

a finger on the hand of the body of europe. were/are you “ right wing ”? the french people were often in a minority themselves, and the french that were in the streets were often alone, childless or of advanced age. 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. there is no green future with never ending population growth, the ideal green world can not exist in a world of 100 billion 50 billion or even 10 billion people. history is the history of power.

>a finger on the hand of the body of europe.