why won ’ t somebody do something? yes, but death was a definite possibility. diversity is unequal, hierarchies are certain the present is a gift from those in our past your ancestors did not sweat, bleed and die in the name of a multicultural, egalitarian nation. kill the invaders, kill the overpopulation and by doing so save the environment. as we speak i am contacting my secret network of spies across the usa and your ip is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. ngos are traitor organizations if you lose history will write you as monsters, regardless of your tactics.win first, write the narrative later. simple, white, wooden crosses stretching from the fields beside the roadway, seemingly without end, into the horizon. but in the end the struggle is a beauty in itself, and the victory will be all the sweeter because of it.final victory is yours, if you have the will for it. they will threaten you with jail, they may even threaten you with direct force. but kill sixty unarmed invaders having shown the will and the intent to bring harm to your nation and people, and you will be considered a monster, dragged through the streets, ridiculed, attacked, your character assassinated in every way it can be and finally tried in court and imprisoned for the rest of your life. suicidal, nihilistic and degenerate pop icons produced from a dead culture: michael jackson (pedophile, self hating, self mutilating, opiod addict); madonna (degenerate, drug addict, childless, whore, anti-christian, pro miscegenation) kurt cobain (suicidal, drug addict, self hater, anti-social), freddy mercury (lifelong identity crisis, lifelong battle with hedonism and drug use, eventual death due to sexual hedonism) just to name a few.empty nurseries, full casinos, empty churches and full mosques, entropy in blitzspeed.politicians writ in the same ink as eligabolus, worshiping all that is foreign, poisonous and subversive.

their voices were even and low, their eyes were level and straight. when i know, i will tell you. now let us bury it and move on to something of worth. somehow this isolation then radicalization is seen as a surprise, yet for anyone who was paying attention, it was a long time coming. you can not expect others do take the risks for you, nor should you wish for others to labour for you, if you are unwilling. in front of those endless crosses, in front of those dead soldiers lost in forgotten wars, my despair turned to shame, my shame to guilt, my guilt to anger and my anger to rage.

>rampant urbanization and industrialization, ever expanding cities and shrinking forests, a complete removal of man from nature, with the obvious results.