I know the feeling, I'm the last of the mohicans on a land that is being overrun by mostly useless and hostile niggers and sandniggers. And while I do appreciate the so called "far right" scores here (far right with quotes, because an actual far right doesn't play the democratic game by definition, it wants to overthrow the democratic game, and replace it with monarchy or dictatorship, but I digress), I also know that most of my compatriots don't have the guts to pay the price that has to be paid, don't have the stomach to accept the necessary steps required to restore our homeland, to make it exclusively ours once again. And if we lose (again) this one, it's over, in the sense that, no political resolution will be possible, for demographic reasons, and that we will have to go through hell anyways ("anthropological war"), without the upper hand... Which kind of spells "fucking hopeless". And of course, I don't plan on leaving (to go where anyways?) and it will kick off when I'll be too old for that shit What changes everything, is when you start contemplating the idea that this world, is a shit test essentially, as in none of this is real, some sort of holographic matrix, a mathematical perfection, a prison for the mind, sort of. So in that context fighting for anything from this world is not only vain it's pointless. And in a way that's what it is ultimately, because when I'll be dead none of this will have ever existed. Furthermore, at some point in time, all of this, this world, all of it, will cease to exist. So in the end, in any case, fighting for any "thing" from this world is vain and pointless. And one is put there, in that thing called reality