grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. is this your complete writings and views? look to the heart of the conflict, march yourself there, press yourself into service. 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. the europe of the future is not one of concrete and steel, smog and wires but a place of forests, lakes, mountains and meadows. march. 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. take it with a smile. by living in new zealand, weren ’ t you an immigrant yourself? live or die, know i did it all for you; my friends, my family, my people, my culture, my race. ebba death at the hands of the invaders, the indignity of her violent demise and my inability to stop it broke through my own jaded cynicism like a sledgehammer.
did you carry out the attack for fame? to take revenge for the enslavement of millions of europeans taken from their lands by the islamic slavers. incite conflict.place posters near public parks calling for sharia law, then in the next week place posters over such posters calling for the expulsion of all immigrants, repeat in every area of public life until the crisis arises. show the strength of your convictions, the truth of yours and the iron-hard strength of your will and they will follow. the great replacement do not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at close of day; rage, rage against the dying of the light. the idea that all it takes for a han chinese man to become german is to be born on german soil is as insane as a german born on mars becoming a martian.