conservatism is dead, thank god. i had seen many pictures and heard many people discuss the cemeteries, but even knowing about these cemeteries in advance, i was still not prepared for the sight. i could no longer ignore the attacks. drug use at all levels of society, in all age groups, any source of distraction or relief to escape a culture of nihilism. despite this ridiculous match up, the possibility of a victory by the quasi-nationalist was at least, to myself, a sign that maybe a political solution was still possible.the internationalist, globalist, anti-white, ex-banker won. violence isn ’ t the answer, why are you using force? the invaders are the ones over populating the world. yes, that is the plan all along, you said you would fight to protect your rights and the constitution, well soon will come the time. the christchurch and linwood mosques had far more invaders, in a more prominent and optically foreign building, with less students, more adults and a prior history of extremism. in front of those endless crosses, in front of those dead soldiers lost in forgotten wars, my despair turned to shame, my shame to guilt, my guilt to anger and my anger to rage. by living in new zealand, weren ’ t you an immigrant yourself?

why do you believe you will be released from prison? no matter where i travelled, no matter how small or rural the community i visited, the invaders were there. 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. in this time period a series of events broke down my own reserves, my reservations, my cynicism and revealed the truth of the wests current situation. the gun owners of new zealand are a beaten, miserable bunch of baby boomers, who have long since given up the fight.when was the last time they won increased rights? c. what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch?

>i remember pulling into a shopping centre car park to buy groceries in some moderate sized town in eastern france, of roughly 15-25 thousand people.