any invader you kill, of any age, is one less enemy your children will have to face. that perverse nation profanes the hospices … the temple of the lord is treated like a criminal and the ornaments of the sanctuary are robbed. were/are you a “ homophobe ”? these situations are chaotic and virtually impossible to control, no matter the planning. as for how the public perceives us? i want your neck under my boot. did you intend to kill police officers or other enforcers of the state? there is no single place in the west that is even close to reaching replacement level birthrates, let alone birthrates that indicate a level of vitality and vigour. the weaker we become the more immigrants will refuse to join us, refuse to partake in the cultural suicide that we extol. show the strength of your convictions, the truth of yours and the iron-hard strength of your will and they will follow. you will risk, struggle, strive, drive, stumble, fall, crawl, charge and perspire, all in the name of victory.
introduction it ’ s the birthrates. do you allow them to grow freely, openly, to one day bite you child as they play in their own yard? 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). this isn ’ t an issue that is being faced solely by our own people, but many peoples across the world. 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. i pulled my rental car over, and sat, staring at these crosses and contemplating how it was that despite these men and womens sacrifice, despite their bravery, we had still fallen so far.i broke into tears, sobbing alone in the car, staring at the crosses, at the forgotten dead.