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April 15, 2010 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush, your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be, in the old spot by the river, right along to you and me.
One word more for signal, token whistle of the marching tune, for your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, with your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night, many a manly chest was rubbing for the blessed warning light.
and the corners passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew, and the cows and blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's April the 16th, 2010.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
...the rising of the moon.
There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen.
Far above their shining weapons, on their own beloved green.
Death to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune.
And hurrah, my voice for freedom,'tis the rising of the moon.
We seem to be succumbing to the general conservative obsession with economics these days, which is understandable since that's how all the public resistance to the abominable snowman is so far being phrased.
No one dares to mention race in public, not yet anyway.
I'm sure when the amnesty push comes later this spring, all the Tea Party types will yell and holler and oppose it purely on economic grounds.
Never race.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
We're not racist.
Yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda.
The conservatives are still howling on their talk shows about how much Obamacare will raise taxes and demanding to know who's going to pay for all this new Democrat spending, as if we didn't already know quite well who's going to pay for it.
So here's a couple of economy-related questions from our listeners regarding the future Northwest Republic.
Adrian Van Helsing in Arkansas writes, Do you think that a flat tax system will work in the Northwest Republic?
I'm not one of these libertarian fools who thinks it's possible to have a tax-free nation.
If all men were angels, no government would be necessary, according to John Adams.
Taxes, like government, are a necessary evil.
Like I tell conservatives all the time, it's no longer a question of big government versus small government.
The true issue is our government versus their government.
The U.S. is their government.
I feel the same way about taxes.
They can work for us or for them.
We know which side the IRS is on, and that's from Adrian in Arkansas.
Then John from Louisiana writes, Okay, like I've pointed out before, one of the things the Northwest Constitution does is to try and prevent many of the problems and abuses which have crept into the American system over the past 230 years.
Among other things, the Northwest Constitution prohibits income tax and property tax on homesteads, i.e.
actual homes where white families are living and white children are being raised.
The Northwest Constitution does not prohibit all taxation.
Tell you what, I mentioned once before that if I ever write a fifth Northwest novel, it will be a kind of running chronicle of the first 50 years or so of the new nation's existence as I envision it, based on the kind of events that I can foresee actually occurring.
Let me discuss some of the fictional treatments I would have applied to this problem in this as yet unwritten fifth novel.
Now, this gets perilously close to my claiming possession of a crystal ball, and that's something I try to avoid.
Nonetheless, I'll respond to these questions as best I can.
Just please bear in mind that these answers are not set in stone because we do not have a crystal ball, and we can't yet know exactly how everything is going to play out in real life.
Now, bear in mind that I have lived in a society which in some respects approximates what life would be in the new Northwest Republic, and that is Rhodesia, where we had to live with international economic sanctions.
That's the first thing we have to assume, that once the Northwest gains independence, what is left to the United States and Canada, and maybe Aslan on the southern border, will attempt to strangle the new country at birth through the imposition of an economic blockade and isolation.
I'm not worried too much about that.
The Republic will have to respond by building as nearly as possible a self-contained economy, manufacturing or growing or otherwise producing everything that we need.
Contrary to current dogma, I believe that can be done.
You have to bear in mind that a huge amount of the so-called globalized economy in Western capitalist nations is devoted to the manufacture, production, and consumption of rubbish, all kinds of things that people don't actually need.
So that's one advantage we'll have in that we in the Northwest will be forced to concentrate on what we really do, in fact, need and consume.
We will have a long enough border and enough of a coastline so that we can become the world's greatest smugglers.
Sanctions didn't destroy Rhodesia.
Internal corruption of the country's leadership did.
Sanctions haven't destroyed Iran, and indeed, I can't think of any case in the world where sanctions have changed governments or destroyed a nation.
If anything, they get the people of a targeted country really pissed off and they increase support for the government.
Sanctions are nowhere near as hard to beat as you might think, so long as you don't have a people who are demanding an endless flow of luxury goods and consumer trash.
That is one reason why the Northwest Republic has to be large enough to be economically self-supporting so that we can produce all our own needs as far as basics go, food and shelter and energy.
So, our economy in the first few years will be a very basic and almost primitive economy.
For example, under the Constitution, there will be no lawyers and no professional clergy, which right there gets rid of two troublesome and parasitic classes.
There also probably won't be too much call in the Republic for dog groomers, tanning salons, aromatherapy candle shops, interior decorators, telemarketers, timeshare salesmen, and any of the thousand and one parasitic and unnecessary trades that serve the ultra-rich and trendy and keep the American system going.
Everything in the Republic will be reduced to Spartan basics, not only out of necessity but out of policy.
The people themselves will be reduced to the essential classes.
The farmer, the craftsman or artisan, the teacher, the soldier, the scientist, the scholar, and the independent entrepreneurs, merchant, and suppliers who keep the economy alive by circulating goods and services.
The businessman as such, the businessman as a factor in politics and national life, will disappear.
Someone once said that the business of America was business.
That will no longer be true.
The business of the Northwest American Republic will be to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
Business is about money.
Our new homeland will be about heritage and blood.
The big multinational corporations that employ thousands of people and are so wealthy and cosmopolitan that they constitute a state within a state will disappear.
We will have a major timber and wood pulp industry, obviously, for one example.
But it won't be run by Bowwater and Cascade Paper, who will leech all the profits out of the country and into the bank accounts of Jews and executives and shareholders in New York and Houston and Tel Aviv.
That'll have to be one of our primary economic rules.
You can make a profit in the Northwest.
Sure you can.
But those profits stay in the Northwest, and they will not be slipped out of the country so some Jew executive in Long Island can tool into New York City in a Lamborghini, or some multinational executive can buy his daughter a racing stable in Kentucky for her 21st birthday or other such nonsense.
Nor will Northwest profits be paid out as dividends to coupon-clipping stockholders all over the world.
The resources of the Northwest Republic and any profits to Okay, I can already see this running so long that I take up the whole podcast with it, so let me try and wrench myself back onto the track here.
We're talking about taxation.
In Rhodesia, there was an income tax.
I seem to recall it was about 10%, but I may be wrong on that.
I honestly don't remember.
There were also such things as excise taxes on gasoline and beer and liquor and so forth.
There were also taxes on imported goods, the purpose of which was not only to raise money for the exchequer, but also to encourage people to buy Rhodesian.
And since we made an acceptable substitute for just about everything that was imported, that wasn't really a problem.
But a lot of the money the Rhodesian government made was through something called statutory bodies.
And this is where we're probably going to get some people screaming and hollering about socialism.
And yeah, this is a form of socialism, one made very necessary by the conditions that Rhodesia existed under and the conditions we will most likely have to endure in the Northwest Republic.
It's kind of hard for me to explain just what these statutory bodies were, and I admit that at the time I didn't understand all the ins and outs of it myself.
Frankly, I was young and I wasn't really paying all that much attention to economics.
But basically, there were certain functions which in a purely capitalist society like the United States are performed by private corporations or contracted out, which in Rhodesia were carried out by what amounted to state-owned monopolies.
In other words, they were owned and operated by the state and they were required to make a small profit or at least break even.
And if they didn't, then heads rolled, because the Rhodesian government had to operate efficiently.
There simply wasn't any room for Western-style corruption and incompetence.
We had to do a lot with a little, and there was no margin for error.
I'm talking about necessary services that, in a seed-type situation such as Rhodesia was in, had to function properly.
Rhodesia Railways is a good example.
There was also the phone company, the name of which I can't recall, and there were things like the electric company, based largely up at the Kariba Dam, and the Coal Storage Commission, which handled meatpacking and freezing for public consumption and export.
You have to bear in mind that even while the rest of Africa was trying to kill us, we were still exporting food to them, which is ironic in view of the way Zimbabwe is now hovering on the brink of starvation and totally dependent on food imports.
There was some kind of tobacco board-type thingy as well, which handled the export of Rhodesian tobacco, which at that time was considered the best in the world after Virginia leaf.
I might add that in Ireland in the 1980s, there were similar bodies for certain goods, services, and products, although since Ireland was under Marxism light instead of war socialism like Rhodesia, they didn't work that well.
The old board and the telecom especially was horribly inefficient.
The telephones never worked half the time.
The ESB, the electricity supply board, was a little bit better.
At least they kept the power on.
I might add that Ireland went capitalist during the 1990s and is now largely privatized, and supposedly the phones work.
Whether that's enough of a fair exchange for a country full of niggers and Muslims is something else.
So that's one way that the Northwest Republic could raise money in lieu of direct taxation, i.e.
establishing certain goods and services as government monopolies and charging a reasonable profit for them.
Liquor, for example.
To be sold only in government ABC stores.
Now, many of us grew up with a system like that run on the state level, especially in the South.
Then, of course, we'll have a lot of citizens of the Republic bitching and moaning to their deputies in the National Convention that the cost of bourbon is too high and the rates for internet service or the train fares are too high, just like people bitch and moan about paying taxes today.
Look, nobody likes to pay taxes.
That's just a given.
And true, if we make booze a state monopoly, we'll probably have moonshiners.
And to that I say fine.
If someone wants to do something better than the government, more power to them.
Private competition will motivate state statutory bodies to stay competitive and not get too lazy and apathetic.
As far as direct taxation goes, the Northwest Constitution will forbid income tax and property tax on family homesteads.
But that still leaves a lot of possibilities open.
I, for one, would not object to a reasonable poll tax, a simple annual assessment of, say, $100 a head per adult and $20 per child per household, something like that.
I'm just pulling amounts out of the air here.
This assumes that our Northwest Monetary Unit will be dollars, but that's another thing I won't get into.
Yes, that would mean that the better off would be able to pay a poll tax a lot more easily than someone who was poor.
And the temptation would be to increase the poll tax to a higher rate for those with higher incomes, but then that wouldn't be constitutional since it would, in effect, be an income tax.
This is why any poll tax would have to be very reasonable indeed, so that it wouldn't create resentment and wouldn't cause anybody genuine hardship.
Bear in mind that since the Northwest Republic would not be encumbered with a huge civil service full of bureaucrats and all kinds of entitlements, The income raised by our taxes would go a lot farther, and we would have to raise a lot less money per percentage of our gross domestic product than the old United States.
Then there would be other creative ways that the Republic could raise money.
For example, churches and organized religions will no longer be tax-exempt.
If people want to have their nice, big, shiny churches, they can do so, of course, so long as they don't pay the priest or the preacher anything and he has to put in a full workweek like everybody else.
But they will also pay property taxes on their churches, unlike today.
Ah, yes, the dream of many a medieval king and emperor to finally make those fat bishops and abbots pay taxes.
And yes, I confess, that has to do not so much with revenue enhancement as with the long-range social and political goal of removing organized religion from the political mix completely.
Make the preachers earn a living and tax their property, and we'll see if these people still have the time to get into trouble and gabble about the Jews being God's chosen people.
In the Republic, religion will be a matter of private belief and conscience.
Organized religion will have no role in governing the state and will exist only on a very restricted level.
The lack of full-time paid clergy and the taxing of their property, which will be in force, we'll make sure of that.
I didn't mean to get off onto that topic, so let's get back to taxation.
Another source of immediate profit will be the abandoned property of Unionists who flee from the Northwest when the Republic comes into being, either because they actively supported the American tyranny and they don't dare stick around, or else because they're just plain terrified that we're going to start slaughtering people indiscriminately or we're going to set up some kind of bizarre dictatorship that tells everybody what color socks to put on in the morning and so forth and so on.
Now, hopefully, many of these people will come back eventually, as the Republic is established, and they see that we're not a bunch of monsters and we don't eat babies for breakfast.
But for the first few years of the Republic's existence, there will be a lot of abandoned housing and property and things of value all over the Northwest, and the state will have to establish some procedure and some kind of authority to take this property in trust and preserve it.
Either for the eventual return of the rightful owners or for the use of the state if it turns out the original owners were genuine enemies of the nation and they're not coming back.
What this will mean in practice is that the government of the Northwest Republic will become the largest landlord in the country and we will be able to think of all kinds of creative ways to convert all that confiscated enemy property into revenue for the state.
Basically, that's what Israel did to the Palestinians after 1948.
They simply confiscated the houses and the farms and the livestock and the olive groves of the Palestinians who fled from the Jew murderers of the Haganah and the Irgun, and they sold it all at knockdown prices to incoming Jewish settlers.
There will be those who claim that it won't be morally right for the Republic to steal from our own people, but let's think about this for a minute.
First off, a lot of that abandoned property will belong to people who, no way, they're coming back to claim it.
Jews, niggers, Mexicans, faggots, so forth and so on.
That's fair game.
I am entirely comfortable with making that kind of garbage people pay for the cost of evicting them from our land.
A lot of the abandoned white property will also belong to people who are genuine ideological and personal enemies, and who most likely stole it in some manner or other from the white working people of the Northwest, or otherwise they acquire their property through some criminally, morally reprehensible act, in which case we have as much right to deprive them of it as the U.S. government has the right to take someone's property through asset forfeiture, because they have a few marijuana plants in their backyard.
Bear in mind, we won't be doing anything that the United States hasn't already done.
Although, granted, that's not the best moral authority in the world.
Look, I could go on and on like this all day, but let me wind up by reminding you that we're talking about a country with an all-white population and more or less full employment.
You will be amazed what is possible for a society where everybody is the same race, everybody works, and where there are no non-whites dragging things down in the hundred different ways that they drag things down.
Our new country will be a healthy place in every sense of the term, and among other things, I genuinely believe that we will have no problem providing for things like medical care for our own people, and especially for the hordes of new white children I envision.
Okay, first music break.
Any of you see that silly Sherlock Holmes movie recently, one with Robert Downey Jr.?
Anyway, the boxing match theme song was called The Rocky Road to Dublin.
This is Waxy's Dargle.
In the merry month of June, well, from me home I started, left the girls a tumble, nearly broken hearted, saluted by their dear.
I kissed me darling mother, drank a pint of beer Dreaming tears to smothered and off to reap the corn For I was born a cup to stout like corn To banish calls and goblins a brand new pair of croaks Then are the bugs, frightened all the dogs On the rocky road in Dublin, one, two, three, four, five The heron turned her down the rocky road All the way to Dublin, Markville, Lira In my life
He's on for drinking to see the lassie smile, but now the while will let me carry a strength, will set you hard to bubble, and that's the fire was hard, which is all required, the lie was nearly tired, of the rocky roads, a double in one, two, three, four, five, put the hair, and tore her down the rocky road,
All the way to Dublin, Mac for Lully Ram Dublin next I arrived, I thought it's such a pity To be so soon deprived of you That fine city will then I took a stroll All among the quality, one the length of a stall And in the need of calceties to grasp me mind I look
behind, no wonder could I find Upon me snake a wobbling quiet And for the rogue, we'll set me cannot frog Wasn't much involved on the rocky road To Dublin, one, two, three, four, five And put my hair and torn her down the rocky road And all the way to
Dublin, Mac for Lully Ram From there I got away, me spirit stepped up Fell and landed on the cages As the ship was sailing, the captain at me Roar and said that no row had you When I jumped aboard a cannon Bow my valley was down among the pigs Some funny
wits, I danced some haggie nicks Of water round me bubbling The folly head I wish we said was dead Fit to my state on the rocky road To Dublin, one, two, three, four, five And hunt the hair and torn her down the rocky road And all the way to
Dublin, Mac for Lully Ram The boys that lived for rule And when we safely landed Called me sin for fool I could no longer stand The blood began to boil me For I was known for all day When time of day began Abusing the
rat, he shall say Lee I left by the gall Went wild when I am saw I was a-hoffling The lulls are raising Joining me a play Quickly tread the way For the rocky road To Dublin, to three for five And put the hair and torn her down the rocky road And all the way to Dublin Whack for Lully Ram To be continued...
I was a-hoffling...
Should I even mention the possibility of legalizing marijuana in the Republic, growing it legally, manufacturing legal joints, packaging it, taxing it, and exporting it?
Or will that cause too much of a riot?
Okay, we'll leave that for later.
I got another email this weekend, similar to God knows how many such emails and letters I've received down through the years.
The upshot of it was, Harold, what in God's name is wrong with us?
The white race is about to be made extinct, and we don't seem to realize it or care.
Why can't we get our act together?
The answer is that we have got to solve this spiritual problem of...
Character.
I have been studying this problem for 30 years, and I get no further forward, no closer to grasping the true essence of it.
Every time I think about it, I come up with some new angle, some new way of looking at it, and it all amounts to zip as far as actually solving it goes, but let's kick it around again and see if we can't come up with something.
Something is broken inside white people.
Some psychic, mental, and emotional switch isn't completely closed.
The whole character defect manifests itself, as best I can describe it, as a collective, willful, deliberate, and self-destructive refusal to understand.
It manifests itself as an almost intolerable aversion to truth and a willingness to go to almost any lengths to avoid having to confront and deal with unpalatable truths.
Our sickness manifests itself as a violent, almost visceral refusal to be convinced by reason, a refusal to accept the evidence of our own eyes, a refusal to accept facts and to act upon them.
It manifests itself in our clinging like grim death to certain practices, people, policies, and tactics, and by a mule-stubborn, blind refusal to rethink or abandon these things under any circumstances, including compulsory.
Anyone with the intelligence of a ten-year-old should be able to see that democracy isn't working and is, in fact, destroying our race and our country, but we stick our fingers in our ears and jam our eyes closed so we won't have to know.
Toward the end of his life, the late Robert Miles was convinced that we as a people have a bona fide death wish, a desire for the peace of oblivion rather than the pain of struggle for life.
I don't want to believe that, but I have to say that sometimes with the best will in the world, I cannot discern any other explanation as to why white people do some of the things that we do, especially white people in the so-called movement.
Someone once wrote that the essence of stupidity is to keep on doing the same thing over and over again and yet each time expect a different result.
Now, this is the story of our movement.
In the Northwest migration, we are now being presented with one last final chance to overcome this deep and incomprehensible blackness in our souls.
If we don't overcome it, if we don't learn to live in the real world and to understand that we must take action against an existential threat to everything that has made the world as we know it, then we as a race will become extinct.
The demographics don't lie.
Not only are we about to become a minority on this continent, but the factor of age will make it impossible for us to survive as a people.
My duty station within this mess is to say out loud that which no one else will say, because these things must be said, they must be understood, and they must be acted upon or the white race isn't going to make it.
I long ago accepted that in the case of most of you, everything I say simply goes in one ear and out the other.
There's a tiny minority among you who do appear to be listening, but somehow I have to increase that percentage.
I have been told that I scold and lecture and harangue too much.
That may be, but given my lack of resources, what the hell else can I do to get your attention?
I am told that I need to be upbeat, but for Christ's sake, upbeat about what?
We're losing on every front, and every day our numbers grow fewer, our heads grow grayer, our attention span grows shorter, and our minds grow more confused.
If any of you have any ideas as to how I can improve my presentation, A, without lying, B, without simply ignoring vitally important but unpalatable truths, and C, without pretending that serious problems and issues that affect our racial survival don't exist, then I'm very much open for suggestions.
The truth of Northwest migration is out there, and it can set us free.
But white people must hear it.
The plan is clear and it will work, but white people must do it.
Time is not our friend, but we still have some left, so we must use it.
The ball can be set rolling, but it must be done now.
Somehow, I have to cut through the stinking and putrid mountain of bullshit that we've heaped up like Bronze Age primitives as a kind of fortress to protect our tender egos and insulate ourselves from the cold, unrelenting truth.
Now, how?
How do I do this?
How do I get you to listen and act?
How do I get you to understand that all roads but one are proven dead ends and potentially lethal wastes of our last remaining precious time on Earth?
The true road is known.
It is marked.
It leads clearly and unambiguously northwest.
And yet, as I try to lead you down that road, I look back and I see hundreds of you wandering off into the swamps and chasms of 50 years of failure, and others of you are simply sitting or lying in a stupor of self-pity and depression.
How do I get you to cease this grotesque, bizarre, mystifying refusal to understand?
Okay, on that hectoring note, another music break, I think.
Some of you may have received from me down through the years a series of about 60 email articles I periodically send out entitled The Weird Aryan History Series, describing all kinds of fascinating and usually sleazy and scandalous people and events from the history of our own race.
I've always been saddened and disappointed that I never seemed to get much of a response off that series.
I can't get any traction on it, but why not?
I never got that.
I mean...
How can anyone not be fascinated by the past of a people like ours?
Anyway, one of the articles in the Weird Aryan History series is about Don Carlo Gisualdo, who was born in 1561 and died in 1613, and who was one of the greatest musical composers of the late Renaissance.
Giswaldo wrote a number of short songs called polyphonic motets, which were quite revolutionary for the time, and they represented a great advance in music.
Up until then, a song was a song.
It had a tune, and unless it was liturgical music like Gregorian chant in church, just one person sang the tune, your minstrel or troubadour or whatever, he sang the song, and that was it.
Giswaldo wrote songs with multiple different harmonic parts.
He was among the first to come up with the new standard division of a choral group into tenor, bass, alto, and soprano, each with a different part, and that's still used today.
He also wrote these songs for mixed male and female voices, which was considered to be quite scandalous and immoral at the time.
For many years afterwards, Gesualdo's weird harmonies were considered to be proved that the composer was insane.
But what was even more scandalous was when Gesualdo came home early one night in 1590 and found his adulterous wife in bed with her lover, who was a Neapolitan duke.
Gesualdo and his servants then proceeded to shoot and hack the duke to death, according to some versions, while he was wearing women's clothes trying to escape, and then Gesualdo himself murdered his wife in all kinds of cruel and lurid ways, depending on what versions of the story you hear.
Then Giswaldo went into the nursery and killed his infant son because he suspected the child's paternity, and he also killed a nanny who tried to defend the child.
We're talking Friday the 13th Renaissance slasher flick here.
This was kind of the O.J. Simpson case of the 16th century in Italy, although there was no racial angle.
Anyway, I figure that I'd treat you folks to the pioneering work of a musical genius who was also a bit of a homicidal maniac.
I won't even try to pronounce the name of this song, but it's by Don Carlo Gisualdo.
I won't even try to pronounce the name of this song, but it's by Don Carlo Gisualdo.
I won't even try to pronounce the name of this song, but it's by Don Carlo Gisualdo.
I won't even try to pronounce the name of this song, but it's by Don Carlo Gisualdo.
I know I think I've gone over this in the past, but I tell you again, there's going to be a lot of repetition on here because there are certain ideas that have to sink through.
The concept runs something like this.
The white man is completely lazy, apathetic, cowardly, dazed and confused and useless.
I have to admit, it's kind of hard to argue with that one.
He will continue to be so, so long as he has his job, his paycheck, his beer in the refrigerator, his television, and the quickie mart down the street run by Apu, where he can stock up on salty snacks for his long weekends watching niggers bounce a ball.
The white man will never, ever get up off his ass until such time as the supply of all these things is suddenly cut off by some huge catastrophe.
An economic collapse with a massive depression, race riots in the streets, fuel shortages, beer shortages, aliens descending from outer space, or whatever your favorite scenario might be.
This huge catastrophe will supposedly create a Mad Max road warrior type scenario, and all of a sudden we'll be riding around on motorcycles with green mohawk haircuts and driving out in the mud with crossbows, yadda yadda yadda.
I've never understood how a race of people who have spent their entire lives on the couch watching niggers play basketball and swilling beer will suddenly transform into road warriors, but we'll let that pass.
Right-wingers generally refer to this scenario as when the balloon goes up.
The sickening corollary to all this is that since supposedly nothing can possibly be done while Zog remains all-seeing, all-knowing, and all-powerful, which it isn't, anyway, supposedly there's no point whatsoever in our actually doing anything until such time as the balloon goes up, or even trying.
The people in the times...
We're just not ready for us.
If only the people in the times were ready.
Oh my, such deeds of manly heroism we would do then.
But, eh, the balloon hasn't gone up yet, and things aren't bad enough yet, and so therefore all we can do is just educate people and wake people up.
And if an inquiring mind is ever able to cut through the mountains of waffle and get any kind of answer on this subject, education usually boils down to nothing more than hiding behind an email address.
while playing with a computer in one's basement rec room with a bowl of nachos and a cold brewski beside the mouse.
Education and practice means circulating the same old material, mostly dating from the 1950s and 1960s, or even from before the war.
The same old stuff that we've been circulating since the Eisenhower administration about Jews running the Federal Reserve, Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were Jews, the Benjamin Franklin quotations, and so forth and so on.
And, of course, an endless supply of atrocity stories about black crime.
And, of course, there is that lovely, risk-free internet.
The movement of yesteryear consisted largely of a bunch of sad old men who sat around mailing each other news clippings, telling one another how bad things are.
Some of them are still around today.
Today, it consists mostly of a bunch of sad old men who sit around tapping on keyboards and forwarding news articles all over the internet by email and posting them to VNN and Stormfront and so on, telling one another how bad things are.
Oh, look what they're doing to us now.
Isn't it all so horrible what they're doing now?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
But what can we do?
The white man is useless until the balloon goes up, right?
Now, let me dare to ask the blasphemous question.
Is the balloon ever going to go up?
I mean, really.
We've been waiting for almost 50 years now for this big disaster to occur that will finally shake the federal monkey off our backs long enough so we can take all those guns out of the closet and clean this mess up.
But let's think about this.
Has anything of the kind ever even come close to occurring?
No.
The riots of the 1960s and the 1990s were purely localized events and consisted almost entirely of niggers trashing their own neighborhoods.
There was never any serious danger to the system, and all of these events were brought under control by the authorities in a matter of days.
The fuel shortages of the 1970s were annoying, but nothing more.
The Democrats' incompetence looks to produce gas prices as high as $4 per gallon this summer.
White Americans are going to grumble and groan and call Rush Limbaugh and bitch about it, and then they will pay.
We can't have the kids missing six flags over Memorial Day, now can we?
Will there ever in fact be some kind of nationwide catastrophe which will crack the iron bands that crush us and remove the federal government's heavy hand from us all at once, so all of a sudden we find that we can do the necessary?
This, of course, presumes that we have the required physical courage and the will to do the necessary under any circumstances at all, and that's pretty dubious, but we won't get into that.
Will there ever be a depression so severe, a riot so widespread, an event so cataclysmic that it will in fact affect the supply of basic goods and services in most areas of the United States to any serious or lasting extent?
Is that really going to happen?
Will the electric power ever really go off and stay off, silencing the air conditioners and the computers and the plasma TVs?
Yes, it can happen.
It certainly happened to the people of Iraq.
But will it happen here, ever?
Or will our future be just one long, endless, slow decline?
A gradual deterioration of the quality of life, year after year, as more and more of North America turns into Brazil.
I'll be honest, I still don't know.
Now, granted, we seem to be getting a lot closer than we ever have been.
20% real unemployment is no joke.
Millions of Americans facing foreclosure or already homeless is no joke.
The collapse of the insurance and banking industries is no joke, I will grant you.
It's never been quite this bad before, but the FBI and the military are still getting their paychecks and packing those guns on their hips to do the will of Obama and the Democrats and the Jews behind them, notably George Soros.
The Walmarts are still full of cheap Chinese junk and customers to buy it, even if most of those customers are Mexican.
Gas is getting higher, but there are no lines at the pump yet, and above all, there's still gas available.
The power is still on, and while there will probably be ever more rolling blackouts and brownouts this summer as the air conditioner surge, looks like it's going to stay on.
One thing I've learned in the movement is that making predictions is a dangerous business, but I do believe that if, in fact, the balloon were anywhere near going up, There would be certain definite indicators, and they would be visible and discussed outside the babblings of right-wing conspiracy theorists on the internet.
As admittedly bad as things are getting, there doesn't appear to be any sign that anything of the kind is happening.
This is a huge country, and it still possesses virtually unlimited wealth.
As god-awful as things are, America's ability to absorb economic, political, social, and biological punishment and abuse is still a long, long way from reaching the breaking point.
And you know something?
I think all of us know in our heart that the balloon ain't going up anytime soon.
And hoo boy, are we glad!
You see, that balloon lets us off the hook.
You remember leaderless resistance, the brilliant strategy laid out by Lewis Beam?
And you remember how and why it failed?
Because in actual practice, it turned out to be all leaderless and no resistance?
Beam's plan was predicated on the idea that these leaderless resistance cells would actually do something.
It never happened.
The internet came along and everybody retreated into the cool dark of their basement rec room and the warm glow of their computer screen.
Do you remember Lone Wolf, the strategy William Pierce tried to inspire with Hunter?
It ended up being all Lone and no Wolf, or in a few cases, it ended up being Lone Nut.
What we ended up with, instead of hunters, were violent kooks like Ben Smith and Buford Furrow, who were of course cheered on hysterically by certain people in order to sell their skinhead music tapes and videos, as if the white race could be saved by lunatics who hear voices in their heads.
Now, am I alone in suspecting that a lot of this talk about when the balloon goes up is just basically an excuse for the white man to continue to do nothing?
Maybe I'm off base, but as Northwest migration begins to catch on, slowly, way too slowly, I'm starting to hear a lot of this, but we must wait for the balloon to go up, and it's sounding increasingly worried.
Here we now have a perfectly legal, perfectly logical, and personally beneficial act that anyone can carry out, and which will advance the cause, the 14 words, and give white people a wonderful place to live.
Bluffs are being called here in the Northwest, and the movement is getting jumpy.
There is one thing that movement man definitely does not like, and that's having his bluff called.
Where is this leading?
Well, it's leading somewhere.
It's leading to an even more subversive idea, one that will have movement man befouling his fruit of the looms.
Okay, let's recap once again.
We need to take another look at that revolutionary tripod, the three conditions which are essential for actual political and social change to take place in any society.
I know, I know, I've gone over this about 500 times before, but guys, this is really important.
This is really something we all need to internalize.
For there to be revolutionary change, the following three conditions must obtain.
Number one, the withdrawal of the consent of the governed.
A majority, or at least a significant and effective minority, of the people of a nation or a colony must consciously desire an end to the existing political and social order, and its replacement by a new one.
It certainly helps if they want your revolutionary movement specifically to replace the existing order, although, as Lenin and the Bolsheviks prove, it's not absolutely necessary.
A fighting revolutionary party is the second requirement.
A political, propaganda, and military vehicle must exist that will express the people's withdrawal of consent in concrete terms, and which is prepared to replace the existing order, and which is ready and willing to take direct action to do so.
We're working on that, the Northwest Front.
The third requirement is the loss of the credible monopoly of armed force.
All political power is based on the use of deadly force by the ruler or the state, the infliction or threat of bodily harm or death on others, without the punishment of those who exercise force in the state's name.
This is what makes the policeman's club or gun different from the club or the gun in the hands of the criminal.
The policeman may do harm without being punished for it, except within certain narrow parameters when he harms an influential or politically protected person through error or stupidity, whatever.
And sometimes even then, he's never punished at all.
This is called a credible monopoly of armed force, the ability of the state to do harm without consequences.
In order for any revolutionary movement to succeed, it must first break that credible monopoly of armed force by demonstrating to the public an ability to do harm to its enemies and not be punished.
Classic example here, the Irish Republican Army.
The people must be made to understand that change is in fact possible, because the state is no longer certain to be able to punish those who oppose it.
Eventually, the revolutionary movement transfers the monopoly of armed force to itself, thereby becoming the established state, and that's how revolutions occur.
Now, let's back up a bit to the withdrawal of the consent of the governed and the creation of a viable revolutionary party.
How exactly is this to be achieved?
Well, first, there has to be one or more legitimate grievances, those we have in plenty.
Our ancestors in 1775 revolted over a paltry tax on tea.
Our closer forefathers in 1861 revolted over a massive insult to the South and the Southern way of life on the part of the rest of the United States, as expressed in the election of the demagogue Abraham Lincoln to the presidency.
Today, we don't bat an eyelid when a nigger is elected to the presidency.
Today, we let our own children be routinely murdered, sodomized, drugged, corrupted in their minds and bodies, and frog-marched into mediocrity while we sit there staring at the television.
But let's assume that somehow we can, in fact, overcome the character problem, and a significant minority of us do have sense enough to migrate to the Northwest and eventually form a fighting revolutionary party, specifically the Northwest Front.
Let's just suppose.
Right.
We have our party.
What do we do?
How would we go about bringing on a revolution if, as it appears, the pesky balloon just ain't going to go up anytime soon?
I know the idea of actually doing things scares many of you shitless.
We need to start cultivating the habit of in-depth thinking insofar as we're still capable of it.
And thought must be free.
Thought must have all the data in order to draw conclusions.
Thought cannot be Orwellian and deliberately train itself to avoid certain topics, or else the mind ceases to hit on all cylinders.
Maybe if you can be brought to understand the possibilities which would become available to us, and if and when we ever deal with a character issue, then we might be able to persuade ourselves to actually deal with it.
Okay, music break, and this one is also related to my Aryan history series.
I've always been a real fan of the Spanish Civil War, the war the good guys won.
In July of 1936, the army and the people of Spain revolted against their communist government.
The revolt met with varying degrees of success all over the country.
In some places, the nationalists won, and in other places, they were decimated by the communists and the anarchists who ruled in Madrid.
In the ancient city of Toledo, Colonel Jose Moscardo gathered a small force of several hundred men in the military school in the old Moorish castle fortress, which was called the Alcazar.
Moscardo had a few soldiers, a few teenage military cadets, a few policemen, and some blue shirts from the Falange, the Spanish fascist movement.
He also had several hundred civilians inside the Alcazar who had been targeted by the communist regime.
Conservatives, school teachers who wouldn't toe the line, soldiers' families, a number of priests and nuns who were in danger of being raped, tortured, and murdered by the roving red and anarchist gangs as was happening all over Spain.
Now, for ten bloody weeks, from early July until late September of 1936, the communist troops and the anarchist militia surrounded and laid siege to the Alcazar, but Moscardo's small band held out against overwhelming odds, including artillery bombardment, aerial bombing, and an attempt by an Asturian miners' unit from the anarchists to tunnel under the walls and blow them up.
The Reds captured Moscardo's 17-year-old son and put him on the telephone to demand the surrender of the Alcazar, but the boy said, Father, if you betray Spain in order to save my life, I will disown you and never speak to you again.
And Moscardo replied, Die like a Spaniard, my son.
He did.
Now you may get some idea of the kind of men we have to become in order to win our freedom.
The siege was finally broken in September when General Francisco Franco diverted one of the regular army columns advancing on Madrid in order to relieve Toledo.
The defense of the Alcazar remains one of the greatest epics of military heroism in the history of our people.
Many of its defenders were members of the Falange, the fascist party of Primo de Rivera, who was also murdered by the Reds at the beginning of the revolt.
Their party song became the anthem of the nationalist revolution that ran the communists out and gave Spain almost 40 years of peace and prosperity before the death of Franco.
This is Kara al-Sol, Face to the Sun.
The Sun.
Carazón con la camisa nueva que tú volvás de globo ayer.
Me ardua la muerte si me llevan y no te vuelvo a ver.
you For our friends, our companions, that have a guard on the ground.
And for the sea, you are present in our power.
If you tell me that I will be the best I have to go to.
For the land of the victoriosas, the castle of the capital.
And for the land of the victoriosas, the rechazes of my power.
For the land of the victoriosas, the victoriosas, that will be the best I have to go.
For the land of the victoriosas, the victoriosas, the victoriosas, the victoriosas, that will be the best I have to go.
Thank you.
At this point, I was going to talk about what the communists call propaganda of the deed, but I better not.
Number one, it's one of those ideas that probably isn't safe for us to mention in public, given the virtual certainty that these podcasts are being monitored by the assorted secret police agencies.
And secondly, I'm not sure it would do any good here in America anyway.
I don't think Americans are capable of understanding symbolic acts.
Joe Stack rammed his airplane into the IRS building in Austin in a literal kamikaze attack, And the white public seems to have reacted with, yeah, And change the channel to find Dancing with the Stars.
Now, this particular chain of thought of mine is based on the proposition that at some point the balloon will, in fact, go up, and that this will happen sooner rather than later.
Don't ask me to set some kind of arbitrary date.
I can't tell you that we can stage a revolution in 2012 or 2020 or anything of that nature.
It doesn't work like that.
I can tell you that we will have a window of opportunity when certain specific conditions occur.
First, the draft has to come back.
The United States has to get so completely bogged down in occupying the whole damn Muslim world in order to save Israel's bacon that they start coming into the high schools and physically dragging young men and maybe young women away to use as cannon fodder.
That will generate something that's been lacking for the past 10 years.
A genuine anti-war movement in America.
I'm old enough to remember the 60s, and I will tell you flat out, there never was any anti-Vietnam War movement, so much as there was an anti-draft movement.
Those candy-ass hippies and drunken frat boys were just allergic to bullets.
And that's really all there was to it.
When Nixon abolished the draft in 1972, all that hippy-dippy marching in the streets and waving signs pretty much ground to a halt.
Secondly, that draft and those endless stupid wars in the Middle East need to start filling America's streets with bitter and unemployed young veterans who know how to use weapons and have lost the fear of doing so.
That's already starting to happen, although military stop-loss means that most of the men who are discharged are crippled or insane or otherwise unfit for continued duty.
Finally, the federal government needs to run out of money, specifically run out of money to pay its mercenaries and enforcers.
When the Order staged their brief but glorious attempt at revolt in the 1980s, the FBI sent in an army of 800 agents to scour the Northwest for them.
How many will the government be able to send next time if the paychecks stop coming?
How many troops will the Empire be able to send in when they have a million men bogged down in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, and God knows where else in the Middle East, trying to grab on to the last few remaining drops of crude oil on Earth?
I've said it in my novels.
If and when it ever comes to the crunch, the United States simply will not be able to place a soldier or an FBI agent every hundred yards behind every Douglas fir.
Our window of opportunity will come when any conflict in the Northwest becomes a purely local one.
Just us against them right here on the ground.
And when the local rich men and corporate executives and the local authorities won't be able to pick up the phone and scream for endless reinforcements from elsewhere around the empire, because the American cupboard will have finally gone bare.
For those of you who keep on asking me when, when, when, when, well, that's when.
Beyond that, it's probably best that I leave it all to your fertile imagination.
Well, our time is up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 98194, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Andenban.
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