in the fell clutch of circumstance i have not winced nor cried aloud. that difference was ebba akerlund. not yet! ebba was partially deaf, unable to hear the attacker coming. there is not a single place left where the tendrils of replacement migration have not touched. you are not. minorities are never treated well, do not become one do not allow your enemies to grow unchecked when you discover a nest of vipers in your yard, do you spare the adolescents? on the east side of the bosphorus. this eradication of their people, their culture, their very soul. do you believe you are better than these men? anything else is a defeat.

though i hold no great fear or distrust of other peoples. on the east side of the bosphorus. the nation? if we wait until the majority of the boomers begin to pass (between 2028-2038 depending on individual nations and life expectancies) than it will be too little, too late. the race of the elect suffers outrageous persecutions, and the impious race of the saracens respects neither the virgins of the lord nor the colleges of priests. ignore the naysayers and weasels who will always repeat “ not now!

>the truth that they are expected not to combat these myriad, unending and dedicated interlopers, but to embrace them, accept their own disenfranchisement, accept the loss of their fathers lands, their own impoverishment, their own replacement.