This is the face of a decent American. He could be your father, your brother, or your friend. He played bass guitar. He worked his whole life and got nothing for it but the gleeful sneers of the kikes who profited from his labor. His government betrayed him.
He wrote something. Something he thought so important that he died so we would read it. It is a great document, and every word of it bleeds courage and truth.
Andrew Joseph Stack, the Third: for all the long years of my life I will honor your memory on February 18th.