there was neither sign nor show when the saxon began to hate. their is no shared culture, ethnicity, language, values or beliefs. yes, until i am either killed, released or enough time passes and the greater situation is an obvious defeat of our people.then i will commit suicide, happy in the knowledge i did my best to prevent the death of my race. a a one-point-seven percentage point difference may mean something to a few, but a ingeniously worded expression or brilliantly crafted poster will convince the many. the countrysides are already ours, as they have always been. i could no longer ignore the attacks. within a short time regular and widespread political, social and racial violence will commence. i will let my actions speak for themselves. think again, fucker. on the east side of the bosphorus. 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.

how this worked in reality, well…only you know. but it will take take some time, time we do not have due to the crisis of mass immigration. 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. the attackers in the plane that crashed into the field on the same day? support them economically, donate to their cause, buy products from their people, volunteer your resources and labour. why is that their non diverse nations do so much better than our own, and on so many different metrics?