it ’ s the birthrates. those around my were the typical australians, apathetic and for the most part apolitical, only truly showing motivation in matters of animal rights, environmentalism and taxation. this time can not be relied on for a beginning of the rebellion, only utilized as a final stage of energy and escalation to finalize our capture of power. it was not preached to the crowd, it was not taught by the state. they will soon find out how wrong they truly are. it is far better to encourage radical, violent change regardless of its origins. everywhere i travelled, barring a few small exceptions, i was treated wonderfully, often as a guest and even as a friend. if you believe we need to correct the white birth rates, why didn ’ t you start a family and do it yourself? why make your children fight, when you could fight in their stead? barring the importation of all goods produced outside the new european zone (the new western world) is an essential pillar of the future western economy. crush these traitor ngos, kill their leadership, burn down their buildings, bomb their ships, tear down their posters and destroy their membership.

nothing drives the invasion more and nothing needs to be defeated more than the greed that demands cheap labour. who decided to take a stand to ensure a future for my people. survival was a better alternative to death in order to further spread my ideals by media coverage and to deplete resources from the state by my own imprisonment. in the event of an engagement i had the somewhat quixotic notion of shouting down responding state enforcers, intimidating them into dropping their weapons and if that failed, only targeting non-vital areas of their body such as the anterior of the thigh, shoulder or a side-on through shot of the calf, hamstring or gluteal muscles so as to cause the least amount of harm as possible and to allow for a quick recovery. was the attack anti-immigration in origin? 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.

>there is no pleasant meadow in which you can lay down your weary body, rest your head and wait for it all to blow over.