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NZ Shooter Went on Trip to Pakistan After Supposedly Becoming Radicalized By Ebba Akerlund Murder
Chris Menahan
 
Mar. 15, 2019
 

There are some strange anomalies which are causing many people on social media to question the official narrative on the mass shooting in Christchurch, New Zealand.

As I reported earlier today, alleged shooter Brenton Tarrant claimed in his "manifesto" that he was radicalized between April 2017 until the end of May 2017 after learning of the murder of 11-year-old Ebba Akerland in Stockholm, Sweden at the hands of asylum seeker Rakhmat Akilov who killed four others including her in a truck attack.

Tarrant said in his manifesto that he was "travelling as a tourist in Western Europe at the time, France, Spain Portugal and others."

http://www.informationliberation.com/?id=59925

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Was this disaster a result of differing Islamic religions and not against all Muslims?  Like Sunni vs. Shia?

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NO.

The relevant passages of the manifesto:
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In this time period a series of events broke down my own reserves, my reservations, my cynicism and revealed the truth of the Wests current situation. These events turned my thoughts from pursuing a democratic, political solution and finally caused the revelation of the truth, that a violent, revolutionary solution is the only possible solution to our current crisis.
I was travelling as a tourist in Western Europe at the time, France, Spain Portugal and others. The first event that begun the change was the terror attack in Stockholm, on the 7th of April 2017.It was another terror attack in the seemingly never ending attacks that had been occurring on a regular basis throughout my adult life. But for some reason this was different. The jaded cynicism with which I had greeted previous attacks  didn’t eventuate. Something that had been a part of my life for as long as I could remember, cynicism in the face of attacks on the West by islamic invaders,was suddenly no longer there. I could no longer bring the sneer to my face, I could no longer turn my back on the violence. Something, this time, was different.
That difference was Ebba Akerlund. Young, innocent and dead Ebba. Ebba was walking to meet her mother after school, when she was murdered by an Islamic attacker, driving a stolen vehicle through the shopping promenade on which she was walking. Ebba was partially deaf, unable to hear the attacker coming. 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.
I could no longer  ignore the attacks. They were attacks on my people, attacks on my culture, attacks on my faith and attacks on my soul.They would not be ignored.
The second event was the 2017 French General election. The candidates were an obvious sign of our times:  a globalist, capitalist, egalitarian,an ex-investment banker was no national beliefs other than the pursuit of profit versus a milquetoast, feckless, civic nationalist, an uncontroversial figure who’s most brave and inspired idea resolved to the possible deportation of illegal immigrants. Despite this ridiculous matchup,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.It wasn’t even close.The truth of the political situation in Europe was suddenly impossible to accept. My despair set in. My belief in a democratic solution vanished.
The final push was witnessing the state of French cities and towns. For many years I had been hearing and reading of the invasion of France by non-whites, many of these rumours and stories I believed to be exaggerations, created to push a political narrative. But once I arrived in France, I found the stories to not only be true, but profoundly understated. In every french city, in every french town the invaders were there. No matter where I travelled, no matter how small or rural the community I visited, the invaders were there. The french people were often in a minority themselves, and the french that were in the streets were often alone, childless or of advanced age. Whilst the immigrants were young, energized and with large families and many children. I remember pulling into a shopping centre car park to buy groceries in some moderate sized town in Eastern France, of roughly 15-25 thousand people. As I sat there in the parking lot, in my rental car, I watched a stream of the invaders walk through the shopping centre’s front doors. For every french man or woman there was double the number of invaders. I had seen enough, and in anger, drove out of the the town, refusing to stay any longer in the cursed place and headed on to the next town.
Driving toward the next french town on my itinerary, knowing that inevitably the invaders would also been there, I found my emotions swinging between fuming rage and suffocating despair at the indignity of
the invasion of France, the pessimism of the french people, the loss of culture and identity and the farce of the political solutions offered. I came upon a cemetery, one of the many mass cemeteries created to bury the French and other European soldiers lost in the Wars that crippled Europe. I had seen many pictures and heard many people discuss the cemeteries, but even knowing about these cemeteries in advance, I was still not prepared for the sight. Simple,white,wooden crosses stretching from the fields beside the roadway, seemingly without end, into the horizon. Their number uncountable,there presentation of their loss unfathomable. 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.
Why were we allowing these soldiers deaths to be in vain? Why were we allowing the invaders to conquer us? Overcome us? Without a single shot fired in response?
That took a while, all spaces between words had to be added, as the .pdf doesn't allow the spaces to be copied.That is the radicalization moment, from the manifesto, presented for discussion, and to limit speculation.

Whether the document is his doing or something else I can't say, but that is what was linked.
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Joe wrote:
"That took a while, all spaces between words had to be added, as the .pdf doesn't allow the spaces to be copied"

Don't know what yer smokin', Joe, but I had absolutely no problems copying and pasting text from the "manifesto" into a text editor.

But then again, I'm usin' a Mac!

Something to be aware of:
The NZ shooter had originally been working on a larger manifesto (200+ pages), but that got deleted by mistake (he should have had a backup!), and he had to hastily re-write it into a shorter version, with little time to correct errors. He mentions this early on.

But the guy actually writes well enough to explain himself thoroughly (even if some of his reasoning may be wrong).

Yet still we'll see posts in the forum from those who claim to know what he meant, when the guy actually outlines "what he meant" in his writings ... if one cares to read them.
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Joe wrote:
"That took a while, all spaces between words had to be added, as the .pdf doesn't allow the spaces to be copied"

Don't know what yer smokin', Joe, but I had absolutely no problems copying and pasting text from the "manifesto" into a text editor.

But then again, I'm usin' a Mac!

Something to be aware of:
The NZ shooter had originally been working on a larger manifesto (200+ pages), but that got deleted by mistake (he should have had a backup!), and he had to hastily re-write it into a shorter version, with little time to correct errors. He mentions this early on.

But the guy actually writes well enough to explain himself thoroughly (even if some of his reasoning may be wrong).

Yet still we'll see posts in the forum from those who claim to know what he meant, when the guy actually outlines "what he meant" in his writings ... if one cares to read them.
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That's all I have to say about that.

Yeah, I read what he had to say, and whether you agree with him or not, he did explain what his thoughts are lucidly. It isn't filed with the usual hate screed you see in some documents, but frankly, If we're going to understand what makes people tick, we have to go to the source. Some might find his lack of rank emotion to be unsettling, more so than if he had been verbally jumping up and down and having an out right tantrum, although he does go off the deep end in places (I quoted one yesterday on another post).

This was definitely not a sectarian Muslim thing. It's there if people will just go read it.
How God must weep at humans' folly! Stand fast! God knows what he is doing!
Seventeen Techniques for Truth Suppression

Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.

C S Lewis