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. invade the cities, take the cities, battle in the streets for the cities. were/are you a fascist? under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. no man spoke it aloud when the saxon began to hate. no one can give an answer. what remains? this pakistani muslim invader now sits as representative for the people of london. they were attacks on my people, attacks on my culture, attacks on my faith and attacks on my soul. only when you embrace death and the only thing you will have left to fear is inaction. do nothing, win nothing, achieve nothing.

not a thing has been conserved other than corporate profits and the the ever increasing wealth of the 1 % that exploit the people for their own benefit. but once i arrived in france, i found the stories to not only be true, but profoundly understated. we are coming for constantinople and we will destroy every mosque and minaret in the city. only elect leaders that show support to your brother nation. unfortunately not, there was a much larger work written, roughly 240 pagies long that spoke on many issues and went into much depth, but in a moment of unbridled self criticism, i deleted the entire work and started again, two weeks before the attack itself. to ensure that the peoples of the world remain true to their traditions and faiths and do not become watered down and corrupted by the influence of outsiders.

>take it with a smile.