the storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. the spell broke, why don ’ t i do something? c. what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? traitors deserve a traitors death. once the corporate and state medias grip on the zeitgeist of modernity was finally broken by the internet, true freedom of thought and discussion flourished and the overton window was not just shifted, but shattered. why attack immigrants when “ x ” are the issue? perhaps you could tap out, lay down, lick the boots of your occupiers and pray they will let you be comfortable, if only for a little while. that difference was ebba akerlund. you are nothing to me but just another target. the idea that a frenchmen need not speak the language, share the culture, believe in the same god or even more importantly be ethnically french is ludicrous in the extreme. were there other targets planned in your attack?

they are not so much born as made to be what is needed of them by the greater group thought occurring around them. all else is dishonorable. i was left with a short period of time to create a new work and only leave my views half finished. why won ’ t somebody do something? both would seek to destroy our nation, both would seek to displace and replace our people, both would seek to destroy our culture and nationhood. therefore we must destabilize and discomfort society where ever possible.

>i want you in my sights.