This has to be the most enchanting voice I have ever heard:
People of the Northern lands, to think about the thousands of years your ancestors fought, struggled and toiled to build a civilization in extremely harsh conditions; that you now allow your women to be raped and are frittering away your unique cultural heritage (infected by the pretentious idealism of the political correctness multicult) to hordes of invading immigrants who have their own best interests and do not respect your ways…
The Valkyrja are not pleased. When I reflect on this, I literally weep.
Once upon a time, it was possible to look at a rainbow and appreciate the magical artistry of Mother Nature. Perhaps a whimsical idea about a pot of gold at the end or the science of refracted light would come to mind. Or maybe the mind would become still, immersed in the beauty of the moment.