i am an ethno-nationalist eco-fascist. history is the history of power. no, people will forget my motivations quickly and only remember the attack itself. we grow older, fewer, weaker and more fundamentally closer to true death the longer we allow our birthrates to remain so catastrophically low. whether that is by encouraging and pushing increases to the minimum wage; furthering the unionization of workers; increasing the native birthrate and thereby reducing the need for the importation of labour; increasing the rights of workers; pushing for the increase in automation or advancement of industrial labour replacement or any other tactic that is available. this warlord must bleed his last, whilst he visits his ethnic soldiers currently occupying europe. not in europe, not in the americas, not in australia or new zealand. the true question is, how did this happen? support them politically, voice support of their leaders, their ideals and their people. unity, purpose, trust, traditions, nationalism and racial nationalism is what provides strength. diversity is anathema to equality.

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. but when europeans from all countries and continents move to back their brothers, they can not possibly attack any one group. sir oswald mosley is the person from history closest to my own beliefs. a path focusing on nature and respect for the environment, traditions, families, workers rights and personal and racial responsibilities. my parents are of scottish, irish and english stock. the true question is, how did this happen?

>western culture is trivialized, pulped and blended into a smear of meaningless nothing, with the only tenets and beliefs seemingly held to are the myth of the individual, the value of work (productivity for the benefit of your capitalist owners) and the sovereignty of private property (to ensure none of us get grand ideas of taking the unearned wealth of our owners).

no one will willfully join the decay green nationalism is the only true nationalism there is no conservatism without nature, there is no nationalism without environmentalism, the natural environment of our lands shaped us just as we shaped it. you can ’ t. but here ’ s the real kicker, the unarmed invader is far more dangerous to our people than the armed invader. these leaders will be paragon examples of your people, virtuous, incorruptible, speaking truth to power and a truth that resonates with your very soul. why focus on immigration and birth rates when climate change is such a huge issue? why should others fight for you if you are not willing to fight for yourself? if you survived, did you intend to go to trial? those that wish a future for white children, and to ensure the existence of our people. beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years finds and shall find me unafraid. for example, actions such as voting for political candidates that radically change or challenge entrenched systems, radicalizing public discourse by both supporting, attacking, vilifying, radicalizing and exaggerating all societal conflicts and attacking or even assassinating weak or less radical leaders/influencers on either side of social conflicts. do not fret on the manner of how victory is achieved, all methods are possible, in the face of ethnic genocide, all morality is ambiguous.

not only am i extensively trained in unarmed combat, but i have access to the entire arsenal of the united states marine corps and i will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. resulting in a society with no core beliefs, no purpose and no vision for the future. though i hold no great fear or distrust of other peoples. unity, purpose, trust, traditions, nationalism and racial nationalism is what provides strength. good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, rage, rage against the dying of the light. 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.